Nothing like a jaunt to Buffalo Exchange to make you feel like an absolute shit heel for living. At this point in my life I try to bring stuff down that they may consider legitimate, I just want to win once there and feel like they accept me as their equal. And every go round Ive been wrong. First of all, the fashionable clerks look like some sort of ironic gothic nightmare and they are somehow the ones elected to veto my fall collection. But this was by far the worst rejection, not only did they pick one t-shirt out of a mound of enough clothes make the San Diego homeless population look like Shins fans, they deemed the remaining clothing unworthy of the donation bin. My best picks are literally not worthy of the free range humans of Ocean Beach. Hopefully the San Diego music awards experience rebuilds this Buffalo crushed ego. Good luck to all the nominees, especially John Meeks. Either way, I cant wait to get back to work where I get to doll out the judgement, please bring down your Hooties, your Spin Doctors, Your Soul Asylums, all your bad decisions for me to reclimb the ladder by fishing out snide condescension in heaping doses.
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 02:06:26 +0000
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