...or polar bears.

Graceee

This, I have discovered. As always, I have an overly vague/broad/incoherent stance on the topic, and concede that the degree of “funniness” varies with each audience. For example, some people just don’t understand the beauty of awkward irony.

Ah, the beauty of this picture eludes the Bell-Square-nese

Like people at Bellevue Square.

I’ve been there way too many times this week. It’s actually detrimental to my cool points. Visiting that mall makes me feel really cool AND really uncool: cool for not being so transparently rich and mainstream, but uncool for being there in the first place. What a paradox. You know what another contradiction is? Shopping at the Bellevue Mall Thrift Store. Absolutely UNthrifty. Too bad that to say that I’ve never shopped there is a lie. Too bad… I went to school in Bellevue. Too bad I used to hang out at Bellevue Square (ah, before the Great Remodeling) a lot. I’ve even shopped at Hollister, which needs to D.I.A.F (Die In A Fire) as soon as possible. Even the Zebraclub, with its elitist cuts and enviously hip silhouettes (I always have to google that word to spell it right), has prices that make me want to D.I.A.B (Drown In A Bucket). Why, capitalism? Why, materialism? Why, temptations of beautiful-pretty-things?

The dude is just sun-tanning on top of the P.D.A. No biggie.

And in the face of all these meaningless protests, I’d also like to know (just as meaninglessly) why monks and/or nuns absolutely have to wear the most unflattering things… there is an attractive aesthetic called minimalism… <<<fail.

Intentional bald spots are never intentional

And this might not relate, but it’ll fulfill the theme of incoherency in terms of this post: blogging as a second conscious (or conscience) is self-flattery in the form of paranoia. And it’s detrimental to the range and writing of the blog. Paranoia, thou’rt banish-ed!

Write you lates,

G