I need sunlight. Bad. I feel gray, and I look like a Ghost/heroin addict/dead rockstar. Lovely combination, I know. It is pretty gross when your skin turns translucent, I didn't even know that it was possible. Alright, so thats a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the picture. Pasty, skinny me, hanging out under the construction paper gray sky, attempting to will the sun into my life. I don't know how people deal with this shit all the time.
On to a different topic. What is it about fashion that is so much more important than function? A quick observation of empirical evidence of my belief that fashion is oh so much more important function. It is about 35 degrees outside right now, 90 percent humidity. I.E: cold as fuck. I was just wandering around my neighborhood a little bit watching ridiculous Seattleites heading towards the clubs wearing NOTHING. I don't get it, it's friggin' cold out and there are flocks of girls walking around in miniskirts and tank-tops. Sure, you gotta look hot, I get that (sorta), but damn baby girl, your goosebumps are more prominent than your nipples. This observation led me to wonder why in the hell fashion is so important. Do you honestly believe that dressing as slutty as possible is going to find you a real man (and no, frat boys are not real men)? To me, that sort of view on getting dressed up to go out is doing nothing other than screaming "I'm easy! Come take me home!" I have no problem with getting dressed up and looking nice or sexy, but sexy to me is not preventing me from having any imagination about what you got hidden under your clothes.
I understand high fashion a hell of a lot more than I do this sort of fashion, and I'm not talking about brands. High fashion is a form of art, just as music and painting and poetry are. The problem I have with high fashion though is that once you reach a certain echelon, why are people so discriminatory about whether or not your wearing a designer brand. Does it really matter that I am wearing an Armani knock off instead of the real thing. I saved ten g's by not buying the real thing and went to Thailand for three months instead. Piss off.
Well, that was a lot of ranting about nothing. And now I am not feeling very sarcastic or creative so I guess I will just call it quits for the evening. Good lovin' to all of you, especially to you Penny, the sole soul who will read this. I adore you...
