And so forth and so on:
To continue yesterdays blog:
after doing washing, getting food, writing blogs and stuff, I have no idea what I did.
Apart from watch TV too late and stuff.
No, now I remember: I splashed out and bought some bar-bells from the surly bastard behind the counter at the Gymnasium on Leytonstone High Road (what is it about being huge that makes some people think it's okay to be a surly smart-arse?)
I carried them home (a task in itself) and did some reps.
I'm determined to get back into some kind of shape after the deterioration of my physique was driven home to me by having to carry stuff on Friday and Monday.
Did some skipping this morning as well.
Today:
Took the tube to town, listened to Cult of Luna on my iPod and alternated between reading The Motocycle Diaries and watching an older woman knitting a doilly. You see some unusual stuff on the tube sometimes.
The plan was to go to a Gap shop and check out some Boot Cut Jeans, since I get the feeling that my straight legged blue jeans with the cuffs rolled up mark me as Dated, or A Tourist, or both.
So I wandered down Oxford Street, looking at the jeans of all that I passed.
I wondered whether boot cut jeans will go with my haircut (really short right now, not in the least fashionable and ever thinning (sniff!)).
I stopped in at a Gap Shop and looked at the jeans, but I couldn't find any the right lenght for my waist and vice versa. Do Gap believe that all males should be six feet tall and weigh 70 kilos?
You don't seem to roll up boot cut jeans, so do you have to cut them? do they take them up instore? Does it matter if you buy a pair that is too long for you?
Questions questions questions.
I was feeling tired and badly in need of a wazz, and none of the staff felt like talking to me, so I decided to shove it onto the back burner and go buy some magazines instead.
In Borders I saw a man wearing some drainpipe jeans, and promptly asked him where he had bought them. He told me that his friend, a fashion designer, had made them for him.
Rats.
The train ride home didn't have any doilly knitting, but the music on my iPod did make the ride seem shorter.
And as soon as I logged on here it turned out that my BloodDuster review had been approved for the website.
Yay!
Over and out.
J
after doing washing, getting food, writing blogs and stuff, I have no idea what I did.
Apart from watch TV too late and stuff.
No, now I remember: I splashed out and bought some bar-bells from the surly bastard behind the counter at the Gymnasium on Leytonstone High Road (what is it about being huge that makes some people think it's okay to be a surly smart-arse?)
I carried them home (a task in itself) and did some reps.
I'm determined to get back into some kind of shape after the deterioration of my physique was driven home to me by having to carry stuff on Friday and Monday.
Did some skipping this morning as well.
Today:
Took the tube to town, listened to Cult of Luna on my iPod and alternated between reading The Motocycle Diaries and watching an older woman knitting a doilly. You see some unusual stuff on the tube sometimes.
The plan was to go to a Gap shop and check out some Boot Cut Jeans, since I get the feeling that my straight legged blue jeans with the cuffs rolled up mark me as Dated, or A Tourist, or both.
So I wandered down Oxford Street, looking at the jeans of all that I passed.
I wondered whether boot cut jeans will go with my haircut (really short right now, not in the least fashionable and ever thinning (sniff!)).
I stopped in at a Gap Shop and looked at the jeans, but I couldn't find any the right lenght for my waist and vice versa. Do Gap believe that all males should be six feet tall and weigh 70 kilos?
You don't seem to roll up boot cut jeans, so do you have to cut them? do they take them up instore? Does it matter if you buy a pair that is too long for you?
Questions questions questions.
I was feeling tired and badly in need of a wazz, and none of the staff felt like talking to me, so I decided to shove it onto the back burner and go buy some magazines instead.
In Borders I saw a man wearing some drainpipe jeans, and promptly asked him where he had bought them. He told me that his friend, a fashion designer, had made them for him.
Rats.
The train ride home didn't have any doilly knitting, but the music on my iPod did make the ride seem shorter.
And as soon as I logged on here it turned out that my BloodDuster review had been approved for the website.
Yay!
Over and out.
J
posted by the.exile at 7:45 pm
1 Comments:
Heellllooo!! Elea here with fashion advice:
Don't roll ya jeans up. That's a definite no-no. And don't cut them or they'll fray.
You gotta take 'em up with a sewing machine. Maybe in the shop, or maybe at a dry-cleaner kinda place.
Good luck!!
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