I’ve been on a really really serious black thing recently. I think it is partially due to my new work schedule and not really trying to put much thought into a fit but also not wanting to look super bummy. I’m not depressed or anything. These joints look like ninja shoes, or shoes a professional ninja would wear to the ninja exclusive nightclub, Club In Da’Shadows. I wish Russell sweats had pockets in them. How bummy is that shit, sweat pants with no side pockets? I guess they didn’t get the memo that nobody goes out without a celly. I’m going to knock out another sketch.
A must. A staple.
Everytime I think I’m out…
This bitch is $126. Why?
It’s tough, no doubt. But…fuck.
I want this jacket.
It’s a couple of seasons old.
Help me find it.
(I’m well aware nobody gives a shit about my selfish wants.)
These arrived today. Besides them being green and today being St. Patrick’s Day, the fact that the UPS man didn’t come until after I got home from work, as he usually comes before, leaves a slip and not the package, was very odd. I’m taking it as a sign. I’m going to use the production number and play the lotto tomorrow.
I always thought the price points for majority of Supreme’s shit was too high. Or at least too much for me. But I can never say no to fly hats.
Bootcamp, no fatigues and kicks -Sean P
I used to live, sorta, by that line. But after almost 29 years of living, I was in dire need of alternatives to jeans and a very small selection of casual pants. Military issued bottoms expanded my waredrobe sooo much. But the surplus store downtown doesn’t have a wide variety of prints. No, that’s not true, I just wanted some crazy foreign camo prints so I went googling and discovered some sick ass unies. The prices are a bit more than I’m willing to shell out for, so the search continues.
Seems like every winter, on the side of my house that doesn’t get much sun, there’s an issue with the gutters or siding and there ends up being squirrels in the attic. My opinion on squirrels: they are day time rats, which makes them vermin and they should be exterminated if they are infesting a person’s house, just like they do with rats and mice. But, Maryland laws conflict with my views so they have to be captured, one by one (UGH!) and released back into the wild. This year, the soffit decided to break the fuck up and now it sounds like Wrestlemania: Rodents Rule. I live in the 3rd floor apartment, they are basically room mates I never see but always hear. I’ve been blasting music all day (Big Boi at the moment, 808s anyone?) so I wouldn’t drive myself bat-shit crazy listening to them run across the beams and do whatever the fuck they do.
Ed’s note: I haven’t heard one Lil B track in it’s entirety. I just love that quote.
I’m not one to make New Year’s resolutions. But over the past weeks of this brand new year, I’ve made an effort to curb my unwarranted complaining. I realized I am blessed. Very blessed. I have a great life. And if I were making comparisons to the lives that other people across the globe are stuck with, I probably have more than I deserve. With that said, FUCK SNOW AND WINTER AND THE FOOL THAT HALF-ASSED PLOWED A THIRD OF MY BLOCK. And I’m just going to leave it at that.
Timberland Gore-Tex, yellow suede NBs, flannel shirts and standard issue military bottoms are some of the things that are plotting on my checking account right now. Will someone please come ring my door bell and greet me with a jab to the nose and alert me that my senseless spending is out of control. What’s funny, to me at least, is that I can come up with a pretty good arguement that would justify the acquisition of some of those items. You can’t tell me Gore-Tex boots aren’t an investment, you just can’t.