Today

 Well this is exciting. I'm wearing shorts and a tee/tank again, which only provocatives the obnoxious reoccurrence of the  primal question: Do I bore you?

 If I do, it's cool. Whatevs. No hard feelings, I don't necessarily hate you or anything. Maybe very strongly dislike you, like a lot, but that's inevitable. No H8 brah'.



Today, I'm wearing shorts. Kill me, its summer I'm hot and my freakishly deformed legs want out. While I've forced you already unnto an already conversational reference upon the self-inflicted hatred of my extremities, lets talk about. Mostly me rambling whlile you more or less scroll through the below photos while picking up on less important run-on sentences and frequent inappropriate grammar usage.

As human earthlings, it is our right and possible instinctive trait to hate in order to maintain a healthy balance among arrogance and self-esteem, I find that equilibrium best in subjugation to my legs. Sometime they have a good day otherdays they throw a temper tantrums in public, most times due to my negligence to shave them, ever.

Maybe I'm coaching both myself, and my clearly indefinite audience to embrace what we may see as personal "impurities" as a gift to celebrate the unique in what we  commonly define as ugly. So yeah, I have super muscular hairy legs. Sure, you may confuse them with those of an adult male Silver Back Gorilla, but I'll have you know I'm an amateur athletic enthusiast/part-taker soo yeah that means I do things in my sparingly spare time.

Converse All star tank, Lands End blouse, Old Navy shorts, SEE eyewear glasses and ASOS espadrilles.

And sure, I  may or may not most likely sound like a Proactiv infomercial featuring a minutely less eloquent Oprah Winfrey, but in fact that's all I've ever wanted outta' life any who.

Boom.