you almost made me lose my power lunch
So I went through all the clothes in my room today for lack of anything else to do. Tomorrow I may tackle the other 2/3 of my wardrobe which currently resides in the attic. By "go through" I mean tried on while listening to music, and ultimately made the heart-wrenching decision to put some skirts in a bag with the intention to either throw them out or give them to charity later. I realized that all the new clothes I've gotten this summer are plain, solid-colored things. Which is good, I think, because I feel like when you get clothes, you're not buying the clothes, you're buying the possibilities. That's the reason I shouldn't ever buy clothes with Tori, because if I say, "what can I wear this with?" her reply is almost always "anything!" and then I buy the promise of anything.
I finally took in the shirt Melissa gave me, and then made the sickest outfit ever out of it.
The green "uzi does it" shirt, the brown mario batali pants, black scrunchy boots, and this pin-striped hat I bought a few months ago. My mom said that I looked like a nihilist waif. I decided that that meant "cool." To make it look actually correct though I sort of have to have hair in my face and frown a lot. (I felt like Claudia Kishi writing that. "On anyone else it would look weird, but on Claud it looked cool.")
Two days ago I finished Cat's Cradle. It really only took two days anyway. And then I decided that shit! I could write the next great American novel. It was the only Vonnegut I'd ever read and it was so so unimpressive. According to the back it was the novel that "solidified his status as a great American author" or something stupid like that. Very. Unimpressive. But anyway, now I'm going to write a novel. I feel like all I have to do is include a transexual/truck-stop-gay-male-prostitute and acclaim will just be heaped upon me. Seriously, just peruse new fiction for about half a minute in Barnes & Noble and you'll see what I mean.
I finally took in the shirt Melissa gave me, and then made the sickest outfit ever out of it.
The green "uzi does it" shirt, the brown mario batali pants, black scrunchy boots, and this pin-striped hat I bought a few months ago. My mom said that I looked like a nihilist waif. I decided that that meant "cool." To make it look actually correct though I sort of have to have hair in my face and frown a lot. (I felt like Claudia Kishi writing that. "On anyone else it would look weird, but on Claud it looked cool.")
Two days ago I finished Cat's Cradle. It really only took two days anyway. And then I decided that shit! I could write the next great American novel. It was the only Vonnegut I'd ever read and it was so so unimpressive. According to the back it was the novel that "solidified his status as a great American author" or something stupid like that. Very. Unimpressive. But anyway, now I'm going to write a novel. I feel like all I have to do is include a transexual/truck-stop-gay-male-prostitute and acclaim will just be heaped upon me. Seriously, just peruse new fiction for about half a minute in Barnes & Noble and you'll see what I mean.