Good Morning,
9:59am and I just watched Monday's Six Feet Under, which I had taped, with a brutal hangover! Me and my best mates ladyfriend just got way into our "wasted Wednesday" last night. Had like six beers at home and then hit HammerHeads for more. Jesus H... my head!
But it's nice to see Nate and David, Claire and Frederico and the crew. Fuckin love that show and it has set me in a good mood for the day.
Espresso! Must..... g e t espresso!
AND EDIT @ 5pm.
So I had a coffee and my day continued:
I had to pick up my car at the bar, so Bones gave me a ride on the back of Motorcycle, which was a refreshing change of transport for my caffineated self. Got it.
The only place you can get American Spirit Cigarettes, which have become the only tobacco I can enjoy, is at Atlantis. Which if you haven't heard is a huge HUGE resort hotel on Paradise Island. They're only $7 fucking .95 a pack. However...
They have a shopping arcade there with Gucci, Cartier, Ect chi chi shops. But let me tell you about my material vein here.
I actually find these shops soothing in away with their marble, glass, and fine wood display cases and flooring. The quality of the product these elite stores and desigers produce is attractive. But I am drawn to the items which don't have the label obvious and austentiously displayed.
Versace is still reigning champion of cool clothing.
Exhibits A - G:
In the menswear
A a semi-stiff Leather Blazer cut Jacket with lines imprinted for texture on the whole thing.
B a short black denim jacket which w/ the collar up was very sporty but kinda short which some would find quite hawt. This was a medium but obviously cut for a compact Italian with a rockstar drug habit.
C Another Black Denim Jacket. This one XL but it fit perfectly. It had buckles on the sleaves and this thing looked so cool I can't tell you.
<but the sweetness, and what begins to warrant the prohibitive prices are the utterly unique feeling these garments gave the arms. The sleeves seemed to cradle the muscles of my arms, my forearms fortifed and comfortable, and ended round the heel of my hand.>
and D. A black t-shirt with tiny multi-coloured crosses all over it. And around the bottom of it a random panel of colourful baroque printing. It reminded me why I had an obsession with haute couture in High School.
Total Price for all these: $5 000
And in the Womens Line:
E. There was a sub-line of clothing called Chaos Couture, which I just tantalizes the psyche.
F. And this white leather bustier outfit, which would make any breasts on this site look even better. I know that may sound impossible but that's how hot this thing was. And the skirt that went with it was like lace, except it was cut from leather. Off the damn chain!
G. And you know to top it all off, if you were shoe shopping you'd be sitting in louis XIV chairs with black or red patent leather cushions.
It was all so much fun. One of the sales girls noticed my tattoo and asked me about it. I told her it is the symbol of the Yoga that I teach and she was curious about that.
"So you do this?" she asks as she starts moving her arms around, and I say sort of and next I'm wrapping her shoulder blades and shit and she's loving it as I move into Easy Bird of Paradise and...
But there is a place in my heart for what people wear. I know there is. I also know that if I worked there I could sell that shit really well because I'm good like that. I have experiece there. And I could get excellent and relevent reference too so you never know. I may update soon that I have a second job at Versace. Cause guys I just gotta have dem threads.
I did get a great t-shirt once on sale, I splurged, it was christmas time. It's quite funny. The shirt is three years old now and is still in amazing shape and EVERY time I wear it I gat a minimum of two comments on it. It just feels so good to wear and it's only a t-shirt.
So that's that. Now you know some of the materialistic Starchild.
9:59am and I just watched Monday's Six Feet Under, which I had taped, with a brutal hangover! Me and my best mates ladyfriend just got way into our "wasted Wednesday" last night. Had like six beers at home and then hit HammerHeads for more. Jesus H... my head!
But it's nice to see Nate and David, Claire and Frederico and the crew. Fuckin love that show and it has set me in a good mood for the day.
Espresso! Must..... g e t espresso!
AND EDIT @ 5pm.
So I had a coffee and my day continued:
I had to pick up my car at the bar, so Bones gave me a ride on the back of Motorcycle, which was a refreshing change of transport for my caffineated self. Got it.
The only place you can get American Spirit Cigarettes, which have become the only tobacco I can enjoy, is at Atlantis. Which if you haven't heard is a huge HUGE resort hotel on Paradise Island. They're only $7 fucking .95 a pack. However...
They have a shopping arcade there with Gucci, Cartier, Ect chi chi shops. But let me tell you about my material vein here.
I actually find these shops soothing in away with their marble, glass, and fine wood display cases and flooring. The quality of the product these elite stores and desigers produce is attractive. But I am drawn to the items which don't have the label obvious and austentiously displayed.
Versace is still reigning champion of cool clothing.
Exhibits A - G:
In the menswear
A a semi-stiff Leather Blazer cut Jacket with lines imprinted for texture on the whole thing.
B a short black denim jacket which w/ the collar up was very sporty but kinda short which some would find quite hawt. This was a medium but obviously cut for a compact Italian with a rockstar drug habit.
C Another Black Denim Jacket. This one XL but it fit perfectly. It had buckles on the sleaves and this thing looked so cool I can't tell you.
<but the sweetness, and what begins to warrant the prohibitive prices are the utterly unique feeling these garments gave the arms. The sleeves seemed to cradle the muscles of my arms, my forearms fortifed and comfortable, and ended round the heel of my hand.>
and D. A black t-shirt with tiny multi-coloured crosses all over it. And around the bottom of it a random panel of colourful baroque printing. It reminded me why I had an obsession with haute couture in High School.
Total Price for all these: $5 000
And in the Womens Line:
E. There was a sub-line of clothing called Chaos Couture, which I just tantalizes the psyche.
F. And this white leather bustier outfit, which would make any breasts on this site look even better. I know that may sound impossible but that's how hot this thing was. And the skirt that went with it was like lace, except it was cut from leather. Off the damn chain!
G. And you know to top it all off, if you were shoe shopping you'd be sitting in louis XIV chairs with black or red patent leather cushions.
It was all so much fun. One of the sales girls noticed my tattoo and asked me about it. I told her it is the symbol of the Yoga that I teach and she was curious about that.
"So you do this?" she asks as she starts moving her arms around, and I say sort of and next I'm wrapping her shoulder blades and shit and she's loving it as I move into Easy Bird of Paradise and...
But there is a place in my heart for what people wear. I know there is. I also know that if I worked there I could sell that shit really well because I'm good like that. I have experiece there. And I could get excellent and relevent reference too so you never know. I may update soon that I have a second job at Versace. Cause guys I just gotta have dem threads.
I did get a great t-shirt once on sale, I splurged, it was christmas time. It's quite funny. The shirt is three years old now and is still in amazing shape and EVERY time I wear it I gat a minimum of two comments on it. It just feels so good to wear and it's only a t-shirt.
So that's that. Now you know some of the materialistic Starchild.
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
leola:
You live in the Bahamas and you lust for stairs?!
jada0402:
Hey I kind of figured out the pic thing... Theres some in my folder... The ones of me are pretty old... Yeah i couldnt get it to fit right as my profile pic so et will remain there for now....