Despite my somewhat dishevelled and over-caffeinated grad student condition (in case you do not know this means hair unbrushed, eyes glazed, shirt not really thinking of being tucked, curvature of the spine and wait... oh, matched socks) you do really want to be my pal as today I finally received my official and really great (despite the 50/50 blend) BLOGGER hoodie. Now I can wear my colours with pride, with urban abandon.
So that depressive singer/songwriter Elliott Smith self-dropped out of the life race, no surprise, having heard his oeuvre.
All and now it's time to race out to the suburbs once again to deliver my handiwork that makes people not only smile but pay me.
Love.