This account belongs to two girls that will forever wear Converse, even through the flow of Etnies, slipper-like shoes, and the upcoming shoe brand that will act like the Baby Boom.

Now, to clarify something. We are two people. One cannot go far without the other, while the other is too spaztic to wait.

Most of our stories have been written before posted. If we went chapter by chapter, the wait would be forever. We don't want to be pressed, and would rather have quality than quickness. Nothing is guarnteed. We might massacre a topic. Forgive us. Our minds our still webbed back in pre-school, where you could dance in front of the credits of "The Little Mermaid" without being criticized.

There's only one of the two in Converse typing this. It will be morphed, and some loon will ooze through.Enjoy this little ramble. It will go from slightly intelligable to babble and blubbering.

A not so sincere Girl in Black Converse.