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Friday, May 20, 2005

Vinnie, what is going on? Why is everyone wearing those retarded safety packs?

Oh, I know, MG! Because they have zero sense of style? It's atrocious!

Does anyone really think that a fanny pack with band aids and alcohol swabs inside is going to be the difference between life and death?

Please. I'll tell you. I'd rather just die than be caught wearing one of those, anyway. And if they found my corpse in the rubble because of a high-visibility fanny pack, well, I'd die a second time. The color is actually semi-courant. But a fanny pack? If they could have made it into a sleek messenger pouch or something, maybe.

Then you could sort of sling it over your shoulder on your way down.

Mmhm. Ladyfriend, I have not lived lived and dressed in this city for twenty-five years for it to come to this. If it's my time, it's my time. But I refuse to be dragged out feet-first, looking like a tourist. It's disgusting.

Amen, Vinnie.

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