Assorted quotes without context…

Because my conversations with D are infinitely more entertaining than my clothing. You buy, you sell, you make, you purge. It’s boring.

Viva la snark. 

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D: I don’t even fully understand Afropunk. Is it just negroid Coachella?

A: Black weirdness festival with musics, and probably jollof rice, and plantains, and Jamaican food carts…so yah; negroid Coachella with less camping.

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D: If it’s all hipsters and hoes I feel like…no.  But of course I’ll support :(  blahhhh. If I see ONE fringe I’m on flight back home -_-

A: It’s Portland. That’s like asking to not see animals at a zoo. Portland and Austin are sister cities which means they are either the younger sisters of BK or like… close cousins that don’t have as much money but make up for it in chillness or weirdness or always bringing weed.

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A: Unrequited love isn’t for anyone. This is why people buy puppies.

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D: If you are at the bank withdrawing money you should have considerably fewer problems. Maybe that’s why it’s mostly men in here…Girlfriends home slitting wrists and crying to their single friends. Women are more fun as hoes, I swear.

A: Absolutely. Hoes ain’t got no worries except VD and maybe pregnancy.

D: All reversible tho

A: Very true.  Hoes got reversible worries.

Rants from the Past that are Still Somehow Relevant

“I hate Stan Smith Adidas. You’d think that the fashion set is completely unaware that there is more to sneakers and sneaker culture than Stan Smith Adidas and fucking Flyknit Free Runs. The saturation levels are ridiculous. Why does everyone have the same pairs of white Stan Smiths and black Free Runs? Does anyone know? When did it become cool to have the exact same shit as everyone else?”

 

Notes on a Post-It 001

There’s been a lot happening; a lot I wish I had documented so that I could see progression over time. Meh.

Portland is an interesting place. It’s a lot like a crazy, hot girlfriend; beautiful but ruining my life. 

I never realized how specific 90s era style was until it became a point of inspiration for everything. I’m here for all of it, mostly because it’s the decade where I learned the world was much bigger than I initially realized, the music was amazing, and baggy clothing was everywhere. So was frosted lipstick with brown liner.

Narcissistic nihilism should be a movement. “I look amazing today, but really, who gives a shit?”

All the (half) naked yoga girls on Instagram seem to have their lives together. Maybe naked yoga is the key.

Having to mentally calculate and adjust my walking speed and stride in order to avoid interactions is either proof that street harrassment is a problem or that I really just don’t like talking to people.