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thirdlooks: Streetstyle : Dae in the LES Heschung for Comme des Garcon Spring/Summer 2009

thirdlooks:

Streetstyle : Dae in the LES
Heschung for Comme des Garcon Spring/Summer 2009

calvinisgay: I’m drunk and I went to three places looking for Apple Jacks and I finally found some Apple Jacks.  The first place I went to didn’t have Apple Jacks but they had other Kellogg’s cereals like Corn Pops and Cheerios but fuck that and fuck Cheerios especially that shit is gross.  Then I went across the street to another bodega that was starting to close but whatever I didn’t give a fuck.  I went to the cereal aisle and saw they had Apple Jacks—nice—but the first box I picked up was expired (it expired on March 8, 2012 and right now it is March 12, 2012—big fucking deal I know).  I held the expired box in my right hand and picked up a second box with my left hand and it also expired on March 8, 2012.  I moved that box to my right hand so that I had two boxes in one hand and picked up one more box of Apple Jacks and that was expired, too.  I put that new box back and picked up one last box of Apple Jacks and that also fucking expired on March 8, 2012 so I said fuck this place it’s fucking March 12th and I put the other two boxes back on the top shelf.  Finally I walked to a gas station that was like 3-5 blocks down from where I was at and wandered through every aisle thinking maybe I’ll want something from one of these aisles but I saw the Apple Jacks right when I got in and of course I didn’t want anything else I just wanted Apple Jacks.  I grabbed a box and it wasn’t expired but it was $4.99 but I was like whatever I came all this way.  I paid with a five dollar bill and a one dollar bill because the total came out to five dollars and forty-three cents with tax and the cashier  put my cereal in a bag and I fucking left that place.  As I was leaving the gas station I walked by this wall with a shitty mural that looked like it was painted by 4 10-year olds and I couldn’t figure out what it was and there was also some metal shit in front of the wall and I thought that if I was younger I would probably walk through that shit just because I was short and whatever and it reminded me of when I was young and my mom would take me shopping at Macy’s or wherever the fuck and I would just hide in the clothes racks because I was so bored and I hated shopping with my mom and I just wanted to go to Boardwalk Board Shop and get some cargo shorts and DVS’.  Anyway I left that stupid mural and I saw a girl walking but she wasn’t even going the same direction as me.  When I got closer to my apartment I saw a guy zipping up his fly and he was jumping up and down and I seriously thought he was going to fight me and I couldn’t understand a lick of what he was saying because he was speaking Spanish and my Spanish is pretty limited since I only took it in highschool but my teacher in highschool was the hot, dumb, blond volleyball coach who ended up marrying another teacher at the school and getting knocked up, or maybe they got married because she got knocked up.  Who knows.  Anyway he was hopping up and down in place spouting out jibberish and I just walked by him sort-of weirded-out and said No hablo and I kind of for whatever reason hoped he would just run after me so I could get in my first fight ever but it didn’t happen and I just made it to my door safely.  Then I unlocked the front door of the apartment complex, then I unlocked the front door of Painfully Treehouse (that’s what we call our apartment), then I closed the door, then I took off my shirt and socks, then I took a picture of myself holding the box of Apple Jacks I purchased, then I wrote this.   #dead

calvinisgay:

I’m drunk and I went to three places looking for Apple Jacks and I finally found some Apple Jacks.  The first place I went to didn’t have Apple Jacks but they had other Kellogg’s cereals like Corn Pops and Cheerios but fuck that and fuck Cheerios especially that shit is gross.  Then I went across the street to another bodega that was starting to close but whatever I didn’t give a fuck.  I went to the cereal aisle and saw they had Apple Jacks—nice—but the first box I picked up was expired (it expired on March 8, 2012 and right now it is March 12, 2012—big fucking deal I know).  I held the expired box in my right hand and picked up a second box with my left hand and it also expired on March 8, 2012.  I moved that box to my right hand so that I had two boxes in one hand and picked up one more box of Apple Jacks and that was expired, too.  I put that new box back and picked up one last box of Apple Jacks and that also fucking expired on March 8, 2012 so I said fuck this place it’s fucking March 12th and I put the other two boxes back on the top shelf.  Finally I walked to a gas station that was like 3-5 blocks down from where I was at and wandered through every aisle thinking maybe I’ll want something from one of these aisles but I saw the Apple Jacks right when I got in and of course I didn’t want anything else I just wanted Apple Jacks.  I grabbed a box and it wasn’t expired but it was $4.99 but I was like whatever I came all this way.  I paid with a five dollar bill and a one dollar bill because the total came out to five dollars and forty-three cents with tax and the cashier  put my cereal in a bag and I fucking left that place.  As I was leaving the gas station I walked by this wall with a shitty mural that looked like it was painted by 4 10-year olds and I couldn’t figure out what it was and there was also some metal shit in front of the wall and I thought that if I was younger I would probably walk through that shit just because I was short and whatever and it reminded me of when I was young and my mom would take me shopping at Macy’s or wherever the fuck and I would just hide in the clothes racks because I was so bored and I hated shopping with my mom and I just wanted to go to Boardwalk Board Shop and get some cargo shorts and DVS’.  Anyway I left that stupid mural and I saw a girl walking but she wasn’t even going the same direction as me.  When I got closer to my apartment I saw a guy zipping up his fly and he was jumping up and down and I seriously thought he was going to fight me and I couldn’t understand a lick of what he was saying because he was speaking Spanish and my Spanish is pretty limited since I only took it in highschool but my teacher in highschool was the hot, dumb, blond volleyball coach who ended up marrying another teacher at the school and getting knocked up, or maybe they got married because she got knocked up.  Who knows.  Anyway he was hopping up and down in place spouting out jibberish and I just walked by him sort-of weirded-out and said No hablo and I kind of for whatever reason hoped he would just run after me so I could get in my first fight ever but it didn’t happen and I just made it to my door safely.  Then I unlocked the front door of the apartment complex, then I unlocked the front door of Painfully Treehouse (that’s what we call our apartment), then I closed the door, then I took off my shirt and socks, then I took a picture of myself holding the box of Apple Jacks I purchased, then I wrote this.  

#dead

EG FWK SS12 It feels good to have helped in producing this season.

EG FWK SS12

It feels good to have helped in producing this season.

Needles Women’s SS12 #cotdamn #wouldwife

Needles Women’s SS12

#cotdamn #wouldwife