Fashion Fopah (Or Do I Just Look Rock?)

Let me explain one thing. I’m not what you would call, the most fashionable human being.

In fact, I still long for bell bottom pants and all that that entails.

So my fashion sense is questionable, sometimes.

Today, I was getting ready for work, and I looked, and I looked. Finally, I found what something to wear.

1) My Guster T-Shirt.
2) My U2 belt buckle
3) Um, a brown belt.
4) Some Boot cut pants.
5) My Frye boots! (brown boots)

I looked in the mirror and said to myself, you are a Band floozy. Then I ambled down the stairs (since it’s hard to run in my boots).

And I need to mention, while I feel Rock while wearing those boots, I also feel like that little kid (you know him, there’s bound to be one in your family) that would walk around in his cowboy boots.

I mean, he was wearing them with pants, with shorts, with his under roos. Or while it was blizzarding outside.

He had his cowboy boots. And they were too big on him. He didn’t care.

Just like mine felt on me. (But, I just look to Rock to put them away.)