Style over fashion...

It's funny the tangents i find myself pursuing whenever i sit still...takin a crap, washing clothes, a lapdance...the latest such zoning out happened as i sat down to do away with a humongous (dumbass word) pile of laundry. I couldn't help taking special care with my one pink shirt...yes, pink...white folks would probably say i'm metrosexual...especially when you consider the rest of my wardrobe...hugo boss, rl, nautica, zegna etc. i only mention this to make my point.

anyways, where i did drift to was my seeming unique view of fashion just a mere 12 years ago. I recalled one Emancipation Day (Aug. 1) dressing in cowshit-green, baggy rayon pants and a shirt that was unwillingly white...with red stripes... but that wasnt the kicker (no pun intended)...at that time these military-type boots were the craze. i so badly wanted one. luckily for me my dad was in the army (wait for it) so i borrowed his army issued...glossed like a sapodilla seed licked clean of all flesh. so shiny it looked wet. I stepped forth in the multitudes, dressed to death(!?), feelin like i was the shit. no matter that the boots were size 11s and i wore 7s. not even that the shirt had long given up any pretenses of decency. i was the shit that day!!! it was as i sat scrubbing them dirty drawz (what an earthy image) that i realised why my friends all seemed to have plans that ran counter to mine. no one wanted to lime in the park which is usually the place to be that day. even on the sea walls was out. another very public place. ahhhh...the bliss of ignorance. To this day i cant see a cow without remembering that pants. My teenage years are replete with examples of such sartorial misadventures. Another being my predilection at that time for big pants. i would buy jeans with waists as big as 38...a dozen years and a burgeoning potbelly later i can still fit into a 34. (my long lost girlfreind says i look rosy...is that a good thing?) My unique fashion sense of yesteryear can keep me here for the rest of the day so i think i'm going to put an end this. Does seem somewhat masochistic.

I love that pink shirt.

And the cheez stands alone

Got a nice buzz goin rite now. several guinness in de system. not sure how many...yeah, that much. For the first time in a long while i had to party alone. u betta beleev it wasn't by choice. was supposed to meet my girl and she frenz. they attended a weddin. i had to wuk. but at 1.30a.m i hear de ppl aint comin no mo. de i man get dread. i start beat de guinness. gon be rass to pay wen i sober up. i gon an sleep it off.

p.s if me boss only kno wat i does b doin at wuk at 3.45 a.m...shhh, dont talk.

Interesting...hmmm

It has been scientifically proven that if we drink one litre of water each day, at the end of the year we could have absorbed more than one kilo of Escherichia Coli Bacteria found in water that contains faeces. In other words, we are consuming one kilo of shite. However, we do not run that risk when drinking rum, gin, whiskey, beer, wine or other liquors because alcohol has to go through a distillation process of boiling, filtering and fermentation. It is therefore my duty to communicate to all of you people who are drinking water to stop doing so. It has been scientifically proven that it is unhealthy for you.

It is better to drink alcohol and talk shit than to drink water and be full of it.

lol.

It's me again

It's 3.45 am an im feelin good. got a nice high goin. not one o those barf on yo shoes kinds. this was strictly a guys nite out. not intentionally mind you. those are usually the worse kinda nites for me. i crave constant female attention. mebbe i wasnt breast fed enuff. anyways...so happened that about 8 of us end up in da club wit no female company and actually enjoyed it. there was the assorted ribbing about who's got the most women with everyone tryin to be coy an pretendin that he's pretendin he aint got a lotta women. i kno i got one but i was in da thick of things. ah well...some men will do anyting jus for a hint of punnany notoriety. everybody wanna be known as a cocksman. its funnu tho...i luv sex but for som reason being known as a don juan neva appealed to me...even before i hooked up wit my girl. mebbe it was the caliber of girls that are attracted to me. i'm like a poor man's denzel (think i red somn like dat somewhere). i seem to attract only ladies in the lower middle income bracket. clerks, law students on scholarships, administrative professionals (secretaries) receptionists etc. in contrast my ex's read like this: a lawyer, an asst. professor, a bank manager, a dentist...u get da picture. somewhere in da back of my mind somn is sayin this doesn't speak well of me but u kno wat...fuck it. i hav a great girl now. studyin to be a doctor. ah well...where da fuck was i... so it was a boys nite out. hada lotta stouts, that i can remember clearly. as to why we were without women, its a mystery. the club was teaming with them. short ones, tall ones, fat ones, square ones, skinny ones, pale ones, nice ones...ah well. i should leev da serious discourse for wen im a lil bit less inebriated (9tink i got dat rite). i'm out for now. gotta catch som zzz before 5am.
peace luv an soul.