if i were a shoe, what kind of shoe would i be? right now i feel kind of like a boot. big. clunky. muddy. waiting for the right time when i will prove useful. by no means stylish or graceful, i'm just a boot waiting for someone to stick their foot in my mouth and drag me around... run me into the ground. then, when you're done with me, just put me back in the corner of your closet and leave me in darkness till you've come upon another use for me. i don't know where this is going. i am a boot.