today i jetted downtown-ward after my class ended at 2:30. i looked around, but really, there's nothing there. other than a pair of kicks that i might buy next pay cheque, there's shit-all in downtown t.o. for me. however, when i got back home, i treated myself to not one but two new pairs of trousers.

"trousers", really dress pants, but working at retail has you using some bullshit technical jargon. anyhow, two new pairs of trousers for $30/pair down from $80/pair; i'd share the wealth, but naw..id rather not have everyone wearing the same shit i do. that's all for this self-indulgence. that was my first personal purchase in a month - being that my last couple pay cheques went fully to school and paying for bodywork via my auto-collision aka fuck-up. next week's a different story as a medley of torturous midterms and assignments are on my itinerary.

believe me when i say it, in terms of next week (and the two beyond that) i'd have more fun and pleasure trying to insert an ice cream cone into my urethra.


[r-e-s-p-e-c-t:
urethra franklin]
God bless and God speak (God-speak????..what the heck does that mean???),
jay