Wearing the Uniform
I like to think I have my own style. It's unique, it's funky, it doesn't follow the beat of any drum but my own.
That, of course, is bullshit.
In LA County and the surrounding environs, we seem to have more flexibility when it comes to fashion. Or, as I like to put it, more rope to hang yourself with.
So when it's 9:28PM and I'm supposed to be at the party (surprise party, mind you) at 8:00PM sharp, and the piles and piles of rags I formerly called clothing surround me at all sides and I'm still clutching my towel (usually stifling sobs at this point), I suddenly think, I saw this on the street the other day!
Never mind that I was always barfing at the jeans-under-skirt-dress-sheet-phase which has scourged our streets for the past two years. Fuck it, just put it on and go.
Then I am restored to sanity. All is well with the world. Until the next social outing:
Hey, hey! The 80's are back, right? I think I saw that in Cosmo, right? It's not just for Halloween anymore? Fuck, I gotta mapqest this goddamn address, where the hell is Baldwin Park?!?!?
You know this is the inevitable next chapter on that particularly panic-stricken, bad-hair day:
That, of course, is bullshit.
In LA County and the surrounding environs, we seem to have more flexibility when it comes to fashion. Or, as I like to put it, more rope to hang yourself with.
So when it's 9:28PM and I'm supposed to be at the party (surprise party, mind you) at 8:00PM sharp, and the piles and piles of rags I formerly called clothing surround me at all sides and I'm still clutching my towel (usually stifling sobs at this point), I suddenly think, I saw this on the street the other day!
Never mind that I was always barfing at the jeans-under-skirt-dress-sheet-phase which has scourged our streets for the past two years. Fuck it, just put it on and go.
Then I am restored to sanity. All is well with the world. Until the next social outing:
Hey, hey! The 80's are back, right? I think I saw that in Cosmo, right? It's not just for Halloween anymore? Fuck, I gotta mapqest this goddamn address, where the hell is Baldwin Park?!?!?
You know this is the inevitable next chapter on that particularly panic-stricken, bad-hair day:
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