So... yeah. Upon my arrival in Ft Lauderdale, I became aware that at some point in my life, I'm not sure when, I had begun to dress kind of like my Dad. The only difference I can discern is that I truly despise Tommy Hilfiger (for philosophicall reasons) oh, and... I still wear underwear.
I went shopping for clothes. What the fuck is going on with the young people nowadays? Nearly everything has these squiggly, flowery looking things on them which look suspiciously like the flowery looking things that live in the bottom corners of this page (scroll down and look at that shit). I mean, c'mon, dudes go for this? Was I just really high when this happened and I never noticed it? Maybe it's some sort of subliminal message that only I can see... like in "They Live", where the money says "This Is Your God", everyone is a goddam informant, and Aliens routinely bang supermodels. Hmm.
I went shopping for clothes. What the fuck is going on with the young people nowadays? Nearly everything has these squiggly, flowery looking things on them which look suspiciously like the flowery looking things that live in the bottom corners of this page (scroll down and look at that shit). I mean, c'mon, dudes go for this? Was I just really high when this happened and I never noticed it? Maybe it's some sort of subliminal message that only I can see... like in "They Live", where the money says "This Is Your God", everyone is a goddam informant, and Aliens routinely bang supermodels. Hmm.
I dunno, maybe it is just me.