I really hate to spend money on my self, even if it is something that I need.
Say Jeans. The ones I have on have been patched up 4 times. Each time I have carefully reconstructed them with savage, Bush, witch doctor like precision. So the Daine Seam that is basically a whip stitch down the leg from where I blew them out dancing in church to that Audio Adrenaline song “I get down and he lifts me up” I was doing the splits because I can and the jumping back up, over and over and one time I went down and when I did, I suddenly felt freer and then stopped dancing. One of the Kids Teachers burst out laughing but I don’t think any one else even noticed. So the seams where I stitched them of course took away from the original so each time they get a little bit snugger. And I am not moving that direction. If anything I am going the opposite of smaller and that is a fact I am not proud of but I have been told I wear it well.
So I grabbed these pants this morning. They are so tight I look like Garth Brooks back in the day. I haven’t checked but you can probably see my pantie line. Yep you can. My boxers end about where the pocket material does so maybe that is it. But you can see that, and unless you look like my rock star friends this is really not a good thing. I really do think it is good for them either but Hey I get it; before they listen to me I need new pants.
So for lunch today I am going to the mall. And man I wish I could get these same pants just like 2 inches bigger in the booty. I am wondering if Apple Bottom makes pants for men. I have a big old butt and need some thing to accommodate if you will. Oh lord, enough about my rear,
Tonight I am going to see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. I am just beside my self excited.
Eli and I went to see them a while back right when Baby 81 first was released and I just in AWE. I am like that when I find something I like I become loyal. Like food if I go to any number of restraints I can tell you what I am going to order even before I put my name in at the hostess stand. Eli’s folks where in town this weekend for his age change date, they are such nice people. It is weird still to me when Adults treat me like I too am one of them. I still feel like a kid, and I act like a kid which is probably why I get treated as one. They treated me as if I were an adult though and I really liked it, maybe I’ll be more gown up because of it.
Seriously I cant stop singing Black rebel songs in my head, I am all walking to the rest room muttering “Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I fear
Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I fear
No more fear, no more fear I’m in love”
No wonder people think I am a psycho huh?

Have you ever had a day where you clothes just did not fit right? Maybe it is not your clothes fault maybe it is due to the fact that you ate like a 5 year old yesterday. That miserable 5 year old with no boundaries. I had toaster strudels for breakfast, two double cheeseburgers from McDonalds for lunch and 3 slices of cheap “party” pizza for supper. The toaster strudels (or pop tarts on crack as I prefer to call them) are bad enough. Then a Mc-ee-Dee’s Double Cheese burger is bad enough but Two of them, come on man. They sat there fighting in my stomach like my sister and I as children in a long trip in the back of my dads Oldsmobile Tornado. Then really, any pizza that succumbs to the moniker “party” pizza assumes you will be mostly inebriated and so will not notices its shortcomings. I am not knocking the “party” pizza, lots of college kids who blew their money on crack and would have starved if it had not been for the “party” pizza. But “Party” pizza is like a used Junker that you buy when you are learning how to drive. When you learn the value of hard work and the American values of appearance is everything and become a full on brand whore, you sell the Junker car and buy something a bit nicer. You sell the beat up Chevy and buy the Aston Martin. Ok maybe you buy the Acura but still you get those leather seats. MY point is “Party” pizza is for kids silly rabbit and we like to think the pizza can evolve into something even a “foodie” type person could enjoy.
So yesterday I was neck deep in food transgressions, and today my “big” jeans were dirty so I wore khakis with no button so I would not be depressed by not fastening the top. The problem is these pants are so old I have had them for at least 6 or 7 years and no I have had these since I was in college, make that possible 10 years, and they are not a 2008 cut. Mind you I was flat front before flat front was even cool and so at least they have that going for them but they are still pretty early 90’s looking. I paired these monstrosities with a bright bubble gum pink polo shirt that has shrunk in the wrong places. It has shrank in the arms and tail. S it wont tuck in and it feels like I am wearing capped sleeves. Cute on a girl, 31 year old male um not so much. So to complete my ensemble of dumb I paired it with my comfy old blue chucks that look kind of purple they have hit the wash so much.
So I am trying to make my self like what I think is the new Ravonettes album Lust Lust Lust. I cant tell because I have just recently acquired it and my my iPod is on the blink, so I have commandeered LaMex’s Shuffle. It doesn’t show what the heck this is but it sounds like what I liked.
It sounds kind of how I look, oddly fitting.

So if I give a druggy a clean needle, am I an enabler?

My friends are leaving 4th set in a year roughly and I just filled the MINI to capacity with boxes. “Little boxes on the hill side. Little Boxes filled with ticky tacky” (10 points if you can tell me what the obscure phrase is or where it is from). So poo. My friends are leaving and I am going to miss them something fierce, but I know it is for their career betterment and I applaud them for branching out. I am actually so proud of both of them you’d think they were my own children.
Any how some of my “Club of Brown” is off to open a new branch office in Sanata FarFarAway, Ca. I guess one good thing is this place is with in escaping distance of my mother in-laws. I love her stop. You’re going places with that and that is not what I meant.
So my tubing plans are toast for all of this summer but I swear we are going any way! So sister, Eli and who ever else wants to go with… It is on, were going to the river and we’ll take pictures and email them to Santa FarFarAway in trade for some pictures of Santa FarFarAways Beach.