Multi-ti(e)red
A few nights ago I found myself, randomly, senselessly, in a sake bar located in the Embarcadero surrounded by people who looked like they had just snorted a bucket of cocaine, constructed a time machine, and traveled back to the late eighties for the sheer purpose of raiding my cousin's closet.
You realize a few things while engaging in sporadic bouts of depressive, self-medicating, binge drinking.
I'm on the market for a uniform.
Because certain mornings, who has that kind of decision making ability?
Currently it's in the idea/recon phase.
I remember being in elementary school and listening to my older cousin speak enviously, almost pornographically, of this girl at school who wears something different every single day.
That's like, thirty outfits. You have to keep up. People will like, totally make fun of you if they see you in the same thing two days in a row.
Looking different every day is overrated.
If you didn't get sick on it, if it doesn't need a wash, why put it in rotation?
Wearing something different every day is like having a small pimple. No one notices or cares except you.
You realize a few things while engaging in sporadic bouts of depressive, self-medicating, binge drinking.
I'm on the market for a uniform.
Because certain mornings, who has that kind of decision making ability?
Currently it's in the idea/recon phase.
I remember being in elementary school and listening to my older cousin speak enviously, almost pornographically, of this girl at school who wears something different every single day.
That's like, thirty outfits. You have to keep up. People will like, totally make fun of you if they see you in the same thing two days in a row.
Looking different every day is overrated.
If you didn't get sick on it, if it doesn't need a wash, why put it in rotation?
Wearing something different every day is like having a small pimple. No one notices or cares except you.