I just want to get out to the pub and have a good time.
This is one of the first times at this job that I have felt this way, and that is sad. Not really excited about getting into the work force the way I used to be. I liked it here.
But instead of focusing on that I'm going to focus on tonight.
Da. is in town. So we will be hitting the pub, and E. will be comeing out with us. Rumer has it that Ms. (not to be confused with sM.) will be out too. Should be a fun night. It is one of those things where I have it so built up in my head that I can't wait for the day to be over. I just don't want to do anything besides walk away from my day and right into the cool embrace of a pint of Guinness. But there is a lot more to go before then.
So tonight I'm still working with the idea of looking good when I go out, and dressing better. The influence on that has a lot to do with my oldest b. I went to a dance with her and had so much fun getting ready and got the right kind of reaction from this amazing woman that was helping b. get ready that I'm really trying to do that. I keep getting compliments on how I'm dressing and the like, so I'm going with it.
Looking at how I want to dress, I know that it all comes from listening to to much shit from the UK, and knowing how to look good from the skin movement. One can only hope that someday I stumble upon a girl that gets it. I doubt that will happen in this town though. Ah everything still centers on finding the woman to complete me. I need to get out of that rut and into the idea that I can sustain myself.
Not tonight though. No sould searching tonight. I'm going out to look good, and hopefully people notice. And all day is ska, reggae, The Streets, and The Gallows. Then when I get off work it will be time to change my clothes about a million times as I decide what to wear, but I know it will start with the new Fred Perry shoes. Ah vanity.
Seriously, I may have taken a turn for the worse when it comes to that.
File under Vice.
2 comments:
The clothes were ill, the conversation was hot.... Leo is a duuude-che.
The mix was the best though.
Here's to drinking the last of our cash when ever we get a chance. CHEERS!
I'll gut punch Leo tomorrow!
Here is to drinking away the last of our cash!
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