So I just saw this polaroid on Gnarlitude.com (which, I'll be honest, I check pretty obsessively) and I'm thinking it should probably just become my fucking ethos from this day forward; up yours, Dali Llama! Swivel on it, Buddah! Take a hike, Jesus, because from now on I'm taking all my moral and philosophical cues from a small Asian dude whose surname is a synonym for "penis"! I'm really into Alexander Wang, but sometimes I think it's because I'm deeply immature and I enjoy the chance to say things like "I'm so stoked on Wang" and "I'm really feeling Wang lately" in polite conversation.
F got a really 70s haircut and a porno 'stache yesterday, and my initial reaction was that I would not be feeling any wang for a considerably long time, if you know what I'm saying, but now I'm starting to dig it; I mean, what lucky woman doesn't want to live her life feeling like it's perpetually the 70s and someone - possibly a plumber, although given the reliability of our apartment's maintenance man, I sincerely doubt he would arrive in time for the sex to start - is going to undo their belt to the sound of slide guitar any minute?
(Maybe I'll shave him in his sleep)