For some reason the fact that this Guns and Roses t-shirt came with a knife-slit (I’m only guessing at how that particular distress-ment was inflicted) neckline makes it that much more appealing. Lately I’ve been buying the most bizarre pieces with an inexplicable fervor. Acid wash denim track shorts? Yes, please. I have absolutely no idea how to style them, but I’m pretty sure I’ll have that memorable kind of fun that’s tainted with just a tad of embarrassment trying to figure it out. It was a dream of a day in eastern L.A. today, although the abundance of group-walking people trailing dogs of unidentifiable breeds, popsicle-licking children, etc., etc. made me feel awkwardly unaccompanied. Assuming a more stable life situation, I’d probably seek out some kind of grouchily aloof cat and assign him a decidedly unacademic name, something along the lines of “Motsy” or “Papau.” In case anyone was wondering.
The schedule for today went a little something like this: oversleeping, cleaning up the livingroom/kitchen hybrid while pretending to watch X-files, lunch in a coffee shop, and then catching up on some work for school. Later, it’s the gym and then Law and Order until I fall asleep. Personal efficiency is definitely at a minimum right now.