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I went from my house to an office where I do work, to the Fry's here in Oregon, to my place of former employment in Lake Oswego, to Meier and Frank for some clothes shopping. I did all of this with a pair of mismatched Adidas. One shoe was a plain white Stan Smith, the other a clam-shell toed, three blue-striped shoe. I stood in the dressing room as though I was trapped... I was going to bee-line back to the car and come back tomorrow to resume shopping. That was too inefficient, even for me. As YMike and I discussed this afternoon, I either started a trend and little kids are going to start asking their parents for mismatched shoes, or people all day thought I was a fucking 'tard.

I bought a couple more silk shirts, bringing my total to three. r, Dry cleaners should sell silk shirts for $5 then have you sign a cleaning contract agreement where you agree that the seller of the shirt is the only one that can clean it. It's like the razor/blade marketing concept. I've almost thrown a shirt away rather than take it to the dry-cleaners. It's like they're disposable.

Oh, 25,000 hits. Six hundred eighty-two posts. I'll summarize them all in one paragraph: I'm drunk and I'm in college; I'm drunk and I've got a job; I'm drunk and I'm single; I'm drunk and I'm unemployed; I'm drunk and I've got a new girlfriend; I'm drunk and I'm taking Xanax/Viagra, hot tubbing with naked chicks; I'm drunk and I'm self-employed.

Time to go out, where's my silk shirt...