So I've been working down my wardrobe. I went from 9 hats down to 2. I was so proud of myself! My two favorite hats, one that i got from a some hippie in haight-ashbury in san francisco, which reminds me of that trip... a trip that literally changed my life, and the other made for me by an ex-girlfriend/best friend. I was super proud of myself for limiting myself to this. Goodbye orange trucker hat, #1 grandpa hat, black beanie, green beanie, and others. Then today happened. Roommate was looking through his hats and said "I love this hat, it's one of my favorites, but it doesn't fit me right, so I thought you might like it". I've always been jealous of this hat... ALWAYS!! even when i saw him in it last year, I thought to myself, I should get a hat like that...
So I took it.....
I feel somewhat bad...
I mean this is exactly the opposite of what I was doing...
and I can't bring myself to replace one of my hats with this one....
So I now have 3 hats..
About Me
- Hobo Otter
- I'm a junkie. A warm-blooded, well-dressed, bad-breathed-at-times, messy-facial-haired junkie of all things culture and couture. I'm somewhat of a crybaby, but I hate soap operas. I love scary movies, but sleep with the light on afterwards. I can be boring, loud and obnoxious and later that day quiet, kind and romantic. I'm always late, but never absent. I always feel like people are invading my life... I constantly feel like a puddle in the middle of street, tires invading my borders, always on their way to a better destination
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