|THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016).|
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
I'm wearing a five-o'clock shadow and it's only
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...
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?