sometimes you go to Macy's and there is hundreds of dollars' worth of merchandise you want.
other times you go and can only get behind two shirts. today was a two shirts day but I'm happy. the one is reddish brown with red embroidery (hi. I'm a big fag.) and the other is white with strips of fabric sewn down the yoke and slightly ridiculous grommets set into the collar. I'm not sure what I think of the grommets but the rest of it looks great so I think I will just give in to being slightly ridiculous when I wear it. I think it is supposed to be a Castro twentysomething bimbo shirt and I will either look slightly ridiculous because I am old and wearing it or I will look slightly ridiculous simply because I appear young and, well, ridiculous.
but, and I forget this about white, it makes me look like I actually have color of which in real life I have very little.
then I went across the street and bought a fossil watch with two emo leather watchbands and I told the salesperson these watchbands were popular when I was ten and she registered absolutely no recognition. but she looked about ten.
there were no pants I needed. so much is being done with blue jeans these days and so little with black. I've caved and bought a few pair of blue, but my first love is still black but the only black black jeans you can get are either straight-legged ordinary 501s or the balloony silvertabs which are really no longer in style. 501s are fine but I want some style in my black jeans. I guess one problem is that if you screw around with black denim it pretty much becomes gray denim whereas blue denim can be blue in a variety of ways. but they could at least come out with a different cut and different weights of denim.
maybe I should try to sell the idea to kenneth cole. I wonder if they'd pay me. hell, I'd be happy with a couple pair of free pants.
I wonder how long it takes for the novelty of fitting into men's clothing to wear off. it's been some time and macy's mens is still candyland to me.