blech. so hungover.
my buddy brian was in town from seattle. we snuck into RISD's senior fashion show. got hammered on free champagne and chocolate truffles. completely knee-deep in super-rich, super-hottt, super-vapid art boys and chixx. Saw a dress made out of metrocards and almost puked the champers-soaked strawberries I was eating like candy.
What is it about art school students that makes me want to both fuck them senseless and shoot them in the face? Is it their calculated irony? Is it my low self-esteem? Their heightened fashion sense? Does anyone else have this problem?
my buddy brian was in town from seattle. we snuck into RISD's senior fashion show. got hammered on free champagne and chocolate truffles. completely knee-deep in super-rich, super-hottt, super-vapid art boys and chixx. Saw a dress made out of metrocards and almost puked the champers-soaked strawberries I was eating like candy.
What is it about art school students that makes me want to both fuck them senseless and shoot them in the face? Is it their calculated irony? Is it my low self-esteem? Their heightened fashion sense? Does anyone else have this problem?
please don't shot me
but very nice
super nice
i only made fun of guys in khakis