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No such ensemble is complete without Ghanian butter eels. |
my spirits are up because I just turned my coworker on to Sorabji.com and she seems to like it. I'm wearing a five-o'clock shadow and it's only 2:57PM. I'm too close to preppy to be comfortable with being an ex-hippy. But I can't seem to keep up the clean-pressed cuffs and all that. And my wallet is filled with all this junk that makes it look like a growth on my butt. Unfortunately, it's not all money, although I'm not complaining today, thank Ram Dass. It's also uncomfortable to sit on it. So I let my shoes and sneakers wear out, my grey Gap ribbed t-shirt looks a bit too caszz for the office, but it's a caszz office anyway. I just farted, so now my undies are... uh... nevermind. Yessiree bob, I'm gap from head to toe. Which is somewhat frightening, actually, isn't it? Although, actually, Walmart socks. From when I didn't want to do my laundry and the dirty socks were painfully stiff to put on mah feet. Bass shoes. Loafers. No pennies. They don't support my arches though. They're brown. Kenneth Cole belt. Peeling apart at the lamination between the different types of leather. It has a pronounced dent in it where it goes through the buckle. Wrangler watch with a new K-mart black brown band on it. Since the watch is mostly chrome, it seemed perhaps I should've gotten black instead. & the briefs? I don't remember where they came from. Guess what color they are. Actually now it's 3:26PM because I kept interrupting mahpost. And this is probably more information than you wanted to know. But cod is in the details, right? |
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