I was going to come on here to post a rant about pants. Then i got sidetracked by the wtf-ery that is going on with the new layout. Change is good, i just like some warning. Then i realized i missed lost because i was having too much fun in new brunswick. And thus that point leads me to what this post is about.
I saw a lot of dead people while i was out today.
Now, before you bust out the lame "the 6th sense" references out on me, i meant to say, people that looked like dead people. As in celebrities. My encounters are as follows: Hunter S. Thompson was standing with an old school suitcase in the tunnel under the train station, Kurt Cobain was walking up Easton, James Dean passed me as i walked to my car to get into his car by the grease trucks, Jesus was outside of Revolver (ok, i lied, that was just Chuck, my tattoo artist), Jeff Buckley was getting his hair trimmed in Sparks and Elvis (the younger, skinnier kind) gave me 50 cents for my bubble tea.
I don't know what was in that hair dye, but that was a fun little trip to say the least.
Now...what about pants?
I saw a lot of dead people while i was out today.
Now, before you bust out the lame "the 6th sense" references out on me, i meant to say, people that looked like dead people. As in celebrities. My encounters are as follows: Hunter S. Thompson was standing with an old school suitcase in the tunnel under the train station, Kurt Cobain was walking up Easton, James Dean passed me as i walked to my car to get into his car by the grease trucks, Jesus was outside of Revolver (ok, i lied, that was just Chuck, my tattoo artist), Jeff Buckley was getting his hair trimmed in Sparks and Elvis (the younger, skinnier kind) gave me 50 cents for my bubble tea.
I don't know what was in that hair dye, but that was a fun little trip to say the least.
Now...what about pants?
tadzi:
pants are really overrated. clothes in general are.
