Stupid mass-produced Gap clothing. I can’t wear my track jackets anywhere without passing some guy wearing the same thing. It’s an endless battle, I guess. No matter what you wear, you’re conforming to some kind of tragic standard. You want true individuality? Try punching a collar and arm holes into a potato sack and roping pink shoelace around your waste to serve as a belt. Me? Well, I’ve come to accept that fact that I’ll always look like somebody else. Of course, the next time I see some guy sporting one of my outfits, I might see it fit to regulate (Warren G style).
Filed Under: Mundanity