I have recently been attempting to throw the entire US economy on my back as I continue to buy a lot of shit. Your welcome Target shareholders. This binge of materialism was spurred by a recent successful purchase of a very nice gray Nike sweatshirt. Unfortunately, my recent purchases have left me feeling unsatisfied. shallow. indebted. lonely.
As I lounge on my new microsuede sectional watching Sportscenter on my new flatscreen, I wonder what could have been this holiday season. I continue to aggresively pursue a domesticated lifestyle that I despise in my hypothetical blogosphere world. But where would I be today if I lived by my hoboboobies ideals? Certainly not living in the very pleasant Issaquah Highlands community. Probably would be living at the frat. Pursueing excellence. Freakdancing.
But that is a Bizarro world dream – I remain trapped in the real world. A world of comfortable couches. luxury. crisp TV screens. pleasent lamp shades. What do I make of it? It is pretty nice – but I miss my friends of christmas past. I am committed to this experiment of materialism. Really I don’t have much else to do. I will continue to spend – so I invite you to visit. join in. observe. whatever. Just come on out – I miss hanging out more than I enjoy this soft fabric against my skin.