the west street market was the place to be yesterday. there was music, food, arts, dance, and not to mention gorilla suits for sale! the greek place i saw on tv wasn’t bad either. whether it’s pronounced gyro or hero doesn’t really matter, but what does matter is the food and it was bloody damn good.
remember when the overlook was the place to be? mornings would be bustling with tons of people talking about their weekends, relationship problems, or hangover stories and lunches were always too crowded. what ever happened to those days? it’s getting tougher to take pictures when you only have one class. it’d be nice if everyone just stood in the quad and did the amazing, but that’s like asking for a hot dog in an ice cream shop…wait…what does that even mean?
the fall/winter line 2009 is coming soon
who the f is ben baller? this has been bugging me all day, is the guy chinese or some shit? i mean, i’m not racist or something, but the n*gga acts all hard and shit and makes jewelry. whoopdy do, that aint shit. driving round in lambos and what not, shit thats me in a year. home boy aint got no skilz. it’s trill yo.
…and for the record, that was my attempt at urban slang. did i fool you? i sure fooled me.
i hope i didn’t offend anyone
here’s a cat. it has nothing to do with what i’m about to write, but i thought it was…for lack of better words, amusing. a few weeks back, i starting posting about videos, definitions, and any object that related to failure. in short, tin, blake, and i are starting our own company, tentatively called failure. i’ll provide details in the long run, but over the weeks i’ve been breaking lead and tossing around ideas about the logo. here’s a couple of samples i’ve come up with so far. hopefully in the next year or so, we’ll have a full line of shirts and sweatshirts, a working website, our own business card (cha ching), and a small fan base to launch off of. lastly, i just took a picture of my sticker mural. back to work…
the 6’5″ x man ran a 19.19 second 200m. let me say that again, 19.19….that breaks down to 9.6 seconds per 100m, and that’s about 0.1 seconds slower than his 100m world record. what i’m trying to say is he’s like the modern day road runner. real talk, you is crazy!
after the race, bolt collapsed in joy on the track, took a victory lap with the jamaican flag, staged a race with the championship’s mascot and had his knees kissed by a cameraman.