Baggy Life
You want to loosen up? Go get some baggy riding shorts.
I stepped outside today after a daylong hour of pasting code into the nooks & crannies of the NAU website, and I realize I’m stepping into a good life. WHo would have known that a pregnancy would do that? Considering I didn’t exect to be alive at this point, I’m surprised at my fortitude. I guess there must be something cool happening.
I strolled down to my local AZ Bikes. Every time I hit that shop, I’m stoked to be in there. Da boys are alright. I was searching out some shoes this fine day due to Kilogram, who is so spun out, eating parts of my others. No big. I kicked the dog and headed down to the shop stoked because I’ve had to tap dance across rocks in those Sidi’s far too long. No doubt they are the most comfy shoes, but as I get old, I step on the dirt with increasing redundancy.
They didn’t have the size I needed, but I think I know what I want and it ain’t no mo glass slippers.
Fuck ‘em.
So instead I got a pair of DNA baggies and I can tell you aready that they are going to be far better than the “required uniform” I’d worn for the last too long who cares… The baggies outta DNA are better than the Nema’s I rocked 10 years ago. Then, it was heavy nylon shells of luminous tranny-wear. Now, they are light, breathe and have a chamois setup for easy blowjobs. I already know because as I stepped into them in the black light of the shop stall & they didn’t make me want to puke all over myself with love.
Are the Salad Days returning?