Look like I’m late for the Gorgoroth convention.
It’s so far past 10pm. I am so still awake. Roddick has so not even started yet.
THE THINGS I DO FOR YOU.
A case of my dad’s old stuff. Photos, school report cards, high school yearbook, crayon drawings, letters to my Grammie and Popi from camp, newspaper cuttings, and just a bunch of other stuff. So amazing.
When I was around 11 years old I decided that my CD player needed some jazzing up, so I covered the speakers with sparkly red lipstick.
It did not look good. I could wipe the lipstick off the top but it made its way into all of the little holes in the speakers and I couldn’t get it out. But it still worked just fine so I wasn’t allowed a new one, and years later I still had this awful looking, smudgy, oily but otherwise perfect condition CD player.
That’s pretty much how I feel about people who are tie dying and studding perfectly good pairs of Levis.