Friday, August 29, 2008
Rat's Ass Style
Ever heard the expression "I don't give a rat's ass about (such-and-such)"?
Well, I don't.
(Although I've often wondered where one would obtain a rat's ass, in case one did give a...)
I am a burned-out case, in every aspect of, well, everything.
So I am using these last few days of official summer to stick it in the eye of the beholder. In this case I have the trusty Brooks sack blazer, a pair of Lands End skinn(ier) chinos, AE cordo Randolph penny loafers - and a splendidly obnoxious pink interplay between the tie and pocket square. All that pink and red really complements the broken veins in my nose.
Even these size 35 trousers are a little loose. I am not going to stop this diet and exercise routine until I look as close to Paul Newman in "Harper" as I can get (minus the short-sleeve shirt with a suit routine).
Yikes, what a world. Last night I ate something I am still tasting; tonight there was a problem with the furnace at work; they bled a line and I spent six hours breathing fuel oil fumes until my head about exploded.
I have no real idea what I am going to do next and despite the finery I can't buy a date in this goddamn backwater.
And I still need a haircut.
Screw it. I got yer rat's ass right here...
Posted by Patrick at 10:56 PM