New clothes, new shoes day. My mother mailed me things I should be adult enough to purchase for myself, but then I wouldn't have got the opening presents type feeling like I did when I saw the bottoms, tops, and pair of shoes. This turquoise tank and shorts set I have to wear in house only because it is booty popping short. But the color looks beautiful with the Orange Knockout nail polish, it is criminal to look so fashionable to bed.
Maybe it is the nail color but I felt like going out into the city after work. But here I am in my bed instead. I just don't know where I would go or what I would do out there on my own. The only person I can think to go hang out with I don't talk to so...kind of kills that.
But then I come home and find the awesome site turntable.fm and have since been sucked into the blackhole of educating the masses with good tunage. And being educated a bit as well, of course. Though when I played "Imprint After" by Toro Y Moi and no one liked it, I lost a little faith in humanity and got the hell out of that room. I see that even in room with people of tastes similar to my own there is a prevalence to play stuff we all know and have heard a million times. I don't get that. Maybe every once in a while, but shouldn't this be more about sharing stuff rarely heard, spreading the wealth so to speak?
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