i love all the crap that’s on tv this time of year. love to hate it, morelike. much more music’s top 40 fabulous lifestyles of celebrities. annoying. they throw in there some tips from l’il john to boot. yah thanks for the crunkiest crunked-out fucker ever, telling me how to wear sunglasses.

anyway.

i went to the coffeeshop wearing my boots that i half-assedly laced up, half for the sake of fashion and half for the sake of laziness, and lemme tell you this, when you have big tall boots that have a trillion buckles and holes for the laces, USE THEM.

i was all walking and shit and checking myself out in the window reflections and the boots catch on each other and the left one came undone and by the time i made it to the door of the coffeeshop the left one looked like a miserable pathetic loser of a boot and i felt, stupid.

the cat smacked me in the head yesterday when i left the apt. with my brother because he gets mad when you leave and i was like PSHHHHHHAW!?

i felt a bit flattered, to be honest.

how was you’s guys’s holidays so far?