And this will signal the complete and total loss of my shit.
It's coming...
BOLO.
It will be one of the greatest times in my life, steeped in pure and total insanity.
I actually randomly met one of the greatest loves of my life when I was wearing a camo shirt with brown corduroy pants and my favorite birth control glasses.
Cuz you know what? Fuck it!
I'm done with life anyway.
It's time to express myself.
I've always loved camo.
I've always had a somewhat irrational love of camo actually.
I just think camo is beautiful and I feel that anyone who doesn't like classic camo is tasteless.
don't give up mo , i see homeless dogs giving up on life all the time and just run out in traffic ... its not worth it you just end up at spca , always a fresh bone to gnaw on if you topple enough garbage cans
I'M TRYING NOT TO GIVE UP.
I'M TRYING.
Okay I'm actually not...
I gave up trying not to give up.
I go through a lot of styles...
I did the prairie bitch, I did the weird punk shit a few years ago, I did the dirty hippie...
I'm in some weird transitional period currently that I have zero passion for.
The camo stage of life is calling me. It'll probably be months before I step into it though.
I've been envisioning this stage for almost 2 years.
It all came from a vision.
But I'd be lying if I said it was the first camo phase in my life...
That is very untrue, albeit it's been quite sometime...
It's actually one of my strongest defaults.
Bitch I even have real dog tags...
Get out my face.
I found a dog tag in my attic (1800s building) when I was a youngin...
It belonged to a guy who had either owned the building at one point or had been very close to the owners.
That was pretty magical.
Let's see if I can find it.
I found it...
His name was Leroy McFadden.
And I'm leagues beyond honored to have his dog tag.
