I didn't even think a whole blog could be merited to one stinking item on the interwebs, but no, this is pretty worth it. I'm looking for leather jackets and in the Harley Davidson section of the world, you might find this:
Confederate Flag Haltertop
The thing that gets me, is this isn't like someone's garage sale on Craigslist. This is brand new and prime real estate clothing...literally. If you think the Confederacy is still real estate. And this my friends is what they call a shirt. It's bandanna print?? People that is a bandanna.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Self Preservation and the neverending search for "One's Self"
I'm 29.5. It's not so scary but I've realized of late that I am in fact over emphasizing the damn dirty thirty and pressuring the universe to create a wholly magic birthday celebration extravaganza for it. No one really cares in the end. Woot I'll be 30. And then I'll be 31. Who cares. I've decided that yes, I'll do my best to take myself to Europe sometime next year but as for the party boo...well, the best birthdays have been the least hooplahed. I think a nice family/friend dinner gig at some fun restaurant should do the trick. Or something. I've decided to stop thinking about it. That's it, right there...the end of it.
The more pressing matter is the fact that I just don't want to date. Kids our age...man I don't get it. No one wants to commit. Either they're all coupled up, or they're not interested. Myself included. And by "they" I mean dudes. These days...it's all about self preservation. I want I want I want...and that doesn't include you dude. Unless you wanna give me everything I want.. like money for example. Only I'm not gonna hustle for it...so don't expect a BJ. Yah, ain't gonna happen. So, despite the inner monologue of my mother chiming in time with my biological clock; I just don't want to commit to someone else. I am in no mood for compromise. Selfish? Narcississtic? Yes. Just like this blog I suppose. But I gather, I'm not the only one. It's time to take my self and make some beautiful things from my own two hands.
The more pressing matter is the fact that I just don't want to date. Kids our age...man I don't get it. No one wants to commit. Either they're all coupled up, or they're not interested. Myself included. And by "they" I mean dudes. These days...it's all about self preservation. I want I want I want...and that doesn't include you dude. Unless you wanna give me everything I want.. like money for example. Only I'm not gonna hustle for it...so don't expect a BJ. Yah, ain't gonna happen. So, despite the inner monologue of my mother chiming in time with my biological clock; I just don't want to commit to someone else. I am in no mood for compromise. Selfish? Narcississtic? Yes. Just like this blog I suppose. But I gather, I'm not the only one. It's time to take my self and make some beautiful things from my own two hands.
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