I’m seriously wondering what I’m going to write for the
remainder of this blog now that I got my zippy intro out of the way. Mrs. A
doesn’t read these, and I’m already 200 words in so I might as well seal the
deal. Stream of consciousness? Go, go, and go (I had go, go, go but Microsoft
Word told me it wasn’t grammatically correct). I like looking different than
other people. Not just because I’m a douchebag hipster wannabe, although mind
you that is absolutely what I am, but because the way most people dress is
total poop and I like to look neat. I kiss girls
sometimes so I'm still manly just reminding you. There’s also something real coolio about looking mighty fine in a
nice dress clothes ensemble. I’m currently wearing a super snazzy blazer I purchased
from Goodwill along with an exceptionally stylish shirt and tie, with vans on
my feet to make it casual. That really illustrates my point, right? Right. 300
words. I like clothes. Wowza thanks for stopping by, you’re all the bomb! Don't forget that I like girls!
Friday, February 17, 2012
Clothes (or: why I enjoy fashion but still like girls [or: how i learned to inflate my blog entry count] )
There is something fantastic about looking dapper. It’s
often said that you look the way you feel, and though you’d assume that this is
some outer reflection of how you are feeling emotionally on the inside, it can
very much be the very inverse. That being, sometimes looking damn good on the
outside makes you feel damn good on the inside. Once upon a time, I was deeply emasculated
by my penchant for nice clothes. I worried that perhaps if I matched those
shoes with my shirt too well, I might
like boys. When puberty took me and my manhood (I mean that in more than one
way) by the reigns, and my fondness for high fashion held true, I decided to
embrace it shamelessly. Or at least, it was shameless, until I started writing
this blog. Whose idea was this? I like girls. Pinky swear.
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