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Or you know, you could not care so much about things that have relatively little impact on your life

I try but you guys are like YOOO CHELSEA WOLF all the time so its hard.

kbit wrote:Or you know, you could not care so much about things that have relatively little impact on your life

Who are you addressing?

I was addressing you

& Matt, it's actually Chelsea Wolfe, ok? We bombard you enough that you should at least spell it right

got'em.

wait that's me.

kbit wrote:Or you know, you could not care so much about things that have relatively little impact on your life

Or you know, maybe I suffer from psychosis, which is triggered by poorly-calculated and irresponsible clothing choices. Maybe your collective indulgences do not, in fact, have "little impact on [my] life." Maybe such things actually have a paramount significance to my daily mode of operation.

Maybe when I see a pair of camo cargo shorts or some sleazy pumps on an otherwise classy outfit, then I am lost to the thick red mist. Maybe I can't even go out in public anymore without wearing a pair of Italian-tailored horse blinders, lest be I subjected to the horror show that is modern dress. Perhaps I've grown tired of wheezing into a paper bag every time I see the unapologetically, unholy trinity of unclipped toenails, 10-year old flip flops, and some 300-lb bridge troll's mustard-stained sweatpants. Perhaps I have to carry around the Chesterfield Club's 1885 anthology of classical shirt-scarf pairings, as an emergency measure against a potential anxiety attack.

So you know, like maybe your comment was just a bit insensitive / myopic / premature, when the stifling trauma of my disorder is actually taken into account.

Solid post.

Have we discussed knitted necklace lighter holders?

My old gutter hippie acquaintance, Shroomy, used to flic his bic from one.

gratuitous eyelashes noted and appreciated.

Disregard that, i actually suck cocks.

And am getting over a really bad trip

99.9& sure it's sarcasm, PV.

This thread seems like the place to ask if I should go see the grateful dead with john mayer this summer. Also echorec: my wardrobe would make you weep big salty tears all over your cravat.

idk man I'd probably go to see the Grateful Meher.

gnomethrone wrote:Also echorec: my wardrobe would make you weep big salty tears all over your cravat.

Hour 1: a pair of sexy hunks discretely whisk you away in a sleek black van (black like a Parisian handbag, not black like faded 1980s Reeboks that the millennials think are cool)

Hours 2-20: dry bath, shampoo, piggy gets the hose. follicle remix. rigorous exercise. various cram sessions: color coordination, fabric history, dos & donts of manscaping, et cetera

Hours 21-39: colon cleansing, yada yada yada lite torture, intense juicing session, tailor consultation

Hour 40: catch & release is complete, when your rescue team reintroduces you to the world, sporting the vagrant makeover supreme