In reference to the above, my cat scratched my forearm. And you all know where the sad is stored.
Another day. Back on track with my NaNoWriMo book. WOOOOOOOOOOT!! And done work for about two weeks. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!! But still have school. Meh. Still two out of three right?
Something has come to my attention this week. I am literally old enough to be the father of all the kids I work with. I had no idea I was that old already. I, in theory, could have a 14 year-old child. How would that be a good plan? Can you seriously imagine how messed up that kid would be? Life lessons with daddy Gordon. Even worse, can you imagine how much of my money would be spent on that little snot? On the other hand... oh no, that's one reason why I don't have to worry about kids. Hands...
And get this. One of the kids at work decided to take it upon himself to give me fashion advice. He said he was concerned I'd never get a woman the way I dress. So I of course have to ask what he means by that. He proceeds to cut down every visible article of clothing I'm wearing... from my hat to the color of socks I was wearing. I'm no fashion expert, obviously, but to be criticised by a 14 year-old. It hurts dude. So next I ask what he would recommend. He felt a G-Unit sweater and maybe some Exco jeans would do the trick. That is when I couldn't stop but to laugh. And so I lost my first and only personnal fashion consultant. So is life.
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Did he recommend you wear your pants hanging so low that they are off your butt? That has got to be the stupidest fashion thing that guys do. Like a chick really wants to see your underwear- all of it.
-Anita from Saskatoon. We met at Firefly
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