dirt bag style

I like yr attitude, Vahid! How are the LVCs btw? I was thinking about a pair, but the Japanese seem to be kicking everyone's ass on the denim front these days.

thing is they are shrink-to-fit, but i bought them fairly tight because all of my other raw jeans have stretched about two or three inches. i wonder if i should have bought them too big and done a cold soak to shrink them ... i don't know, i guess i just chickened out on the idea of buying these huge jeans and spending all that time crouched in the bathtub waiting for them to dry on my legs and shrink to the perfect fit.

problem is, if these DON'T stretch, i am going to be the owner of some tight-ass jeans.

what would be ideal is if they stretched a bit, but not too much. then i'll just wear them unwashed FOREVER.

Despite the cost, the way these are worn is in keeping with the dirtbag thing, I say. If they were some sort of designer predistressed denim, I would turn in my dirtbag card though!

come to think of it, i do shampoo my beard once a week

b) just made out with TOTAL STRANGER, kicked him out when came to senses (well, quarter-way came to wft??! senses. i r resonpsonible.)

c) haven't washed hair in 3 days. looks good. wel fuck u. hair.

Anyway, I have the ultimate dirt bag squalor secret which is too horrible to be told for real, even if it isn't really my fault.

I get all nervous when people come into my room. It's like the tell-tale heart.

we ain't got nothing on those guys

this man never cleaned his flat

"after the first three years it doesn't get any dirtier"

not exactly that dirty, but:
my roommate was throwing up after a long night, and i was trying to get to bed, but couldn't because i had to pee very badly. from the sounds escaping from the bathroom, it seemed like it was going to be a long, drawn out vomit. so i opened my window, cut a hole in the screen, and relieved myself that way. dirtbag or clever?

dude yr my new hero!

i'll tell the story later

i've also not washed my car for three years and have thrown up while driving TWICE (both times on jersey turnpike.)

sorry,,, i just had to confess!

WAAAAAAAAAY past my limit.

i started swimming in but there was a rip current and i ended up fighting the current for what seemed like an hour (probably more like 20 minutes) and eventually i stopped paying attention to what i was doing and when i finally ended up in the surf i was so exhausted that i got pounded and swallowed a ton of saltwater.

i walked off the beach and climbed into my car. it was a really hot day and i just sat there in the leather seats of my burgundy cressida, soaking up the warmth and burping a bit.

then i started the car and drove to the end of the street, turned on the coast hwy and drove for about five minutes. at the end of my street i pulled up on a traffic light and a sherriff rolled up next to my. i looked over at him, smiled, turned back to the wheel and puked a gallon of dirty saltwater all over my chest and lap and steering wheel.

the light turned green and i got home (he didn't follow me)

not sure this counts but I just ate a piece of pie with my hand, like a pizza slice