Don't be hatin on my treads?
I totally dressed like a 12 year old boy today with the exception of my hand-me-down MEK jeans (Stepford Wife - I know). I think Justin Bieber and I could totally hang except that he would need to leave that cougar Selena Gomez home (Seriously? How do I know all of this shit?). But then I would be the cougar and…eww…that's just gross.
I need to pick up a book sometime and end my nightly ritual of reading TMZ before I go to bed.
I've always been fond of gym shoes and have tended to lean towards the ghetto-fabulousness of fashion. I love gym shoes, big earrings and fake gold jewelry and loads of mascara. Loads.
I use to be this die-hard A.I. fan (that's Allen Iverson) when he played for the Sixers. I still have the jersey that I wore – often. I also only wore his tennis shoes; low top all white ones (naturally) but in little boys sizes because they didn't have women's styles. I still have a pair that I just can't bring myself to throw out. When I found the Reeboks pictured above I couldn't resist purchasing them. I was on the look-out for some brightly colored Oniksukas but couldn't resist the gangsta nature of these. Just like my gold Toms I get all sorts of interesting looks when I wear them especially on Casual Fridays. I know I'm 32 but I'm not dead for crying out loud. And you know me I refuse to stay in a prefabricated box.
To top the look off I left the house with wet hair which is really smart when it's been freshly died red. I'm sure the back of my hoodie will look like someone stabbed the shit out of me and I don't mean metaphorically.
I've had the best text conversation this morning which included references of Missy E and Wham. You can never go wrong with either of those. It's going to be a good day.