
So I went to a clothing swap with half a bag of my castoffs and came out with the same bag STUFFED TO THE GILLS AND OVERFLOWING with basically an entire new wardrobe, not even counting the new-to-me pants, shirt, leather jacket, and swimsuit that I didn't shove in the bag because I was wearing them on my person. (I realize that sounds like an odd combination but it made sense in context at the time)

Clearly I have no idea how to incorporate a black leather jacket into My Look or even how to just be a person who is wearing a black leather jacket, but, like. It fits like a glove. It's super comfy. And it's mine now??? So. Like.

Guess I better get used to it.

Now I guess I just gotta... get a motorbike? Somehow 30 Rock predicted this inevitable future and already filmed this recreation of me in all my bad ass leather jacket glory.

On that note, I'll just say:

_paul
2021-10-15 03:48:20 +0000 UTC_paul
2021-10-15 03:39:16 +0000 UTC