Don't you just hate days where you feel you've got up for nothing?
I woke up stupidly early today- 8am or something, (I'm not generally aware there is an 8AM, only a PM.) in order to get my animal print booty to college.
It took me about 10 minutes to lace up my docs (thankyou ClearBrightFire) because the stupid oaf like I am temporarily forgot which way I like my laces- straight laced or crossed. And which one what meant- straight laced is for skins right?
Should I even care? And all that was after I chose new laces, green laces mean anarchist... right? *goes to check 'punk as fuck' board. Because I used to wear white until I found out they mean 'white power.' 
Damn you punk with your stupid rules, its ironic how a lifestyle which promotes freedom is so tied down with it's own expectations and followed laws.
During this hubub of boot-related activity it emerged I was going to be late, so I had to drag my stinky, unshaven lump of a boyfriend out of bed and into Trevor (the punk rock fiesta)
*note the leopard print steering wheel cover- I am the epitomy of stlye*
Only to arrive and find my stupid lecturer is at hospital having his appendix taken out. What a waste of time!
My bootlacing had all been in vein.
Tell me the story of your day people! I'd be much obliged
I woke up stupidly early today- 8am or something, (I'm not generally aware there is an 8AM, only a PM.) in order to get my animal print booty to college.
It took me about 10 minutes to lace up my docs (thankyou ClearBrightFire) because the stupid oaf like I am temporarily forgot which way I like my laces- straight laced or crossed. And which one what meant- straight laced is for skins right?
Should I even care? And all that was after I chose new laces, green laces mean anarchist... right? *goes to check 'punk as fuck' board. Because I used to wear white until I found out they mean 'white power.'
Damn you punk with your stupid rules, its ironic how a lifestyle which promotes freedom is so tied down with it's own expectations and followed laws.
During this hubub of boot-related activity it emerged I was going to be late, so I had to drag my stinky, unshaven lump of a boyfriend out of bed and into Trevor (the punk rock fiesta)
*note the leopard print steering wheel cover- I am the epitomy of stlye*
Only to arrive and find my stupid lecturer is at hospital having his appendix taken out. What a waste of time!
My bootlacing had all been in vein.
Tell me the story of your day people! I'd be much obliged
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Peace.
-Josh
My laces are pink what does that say about me?!