Cleanliness = Godliness
Taking my Goodwill suit up to the dry cleaners, I walked a total of six blocks. I GOT A BLISTER. Absolutely ridiculous, I'm a tough guy's soul trapped in a wuss' body. (it doesn't compare to marching band days, though, it's just a little one, not a crippling blister colony on both feet). I dreaded what the lazy lady behind the counter would tell me(she had a counter full of clothes that she attempted to reeeeeeach over and clear off when I arrived, rather than just scooting her WHEELED OFFICE CHAIR over to them) but it'll be done Friday, no problem.
Now, if I could just find my Tiki Zippo, my mind would be at peace.
J.R. honked at me whilst I was crossing Michigan St. pedestrian-style. As I stood there with my least-favorite pair of pants threatening to slip off my ass, we shouted 'Hello's to each other, and I guess I'm going out for Chinese with the dude on Wednesday. It's all about choices, man; if I'd chosen dignity over wanting to get the hell out the door, I would have put that belt on, lost precious seconds, and never been honked at at all. Cosmic.
~Nick
Now, if I could just find my Tiki Zippo, my mind would be at peace.
J.R. honked at me whilst I was crossing Michigan St. pedestrian-style. As I stood there with my least-favorite pair of pants threatening to slip off my ass, we shouted 'Hello's to each other, and I guess I'm going out for Chinese with the dude on Wednesday. It's all about choices, man; if I'd chosen dignity over wanting to get the hell out the door, I would have put that belt on, lost precious seconds, and never been honked at at all. Cosmic.
~Nick