that "poo shooter" shirt sent me into a laughing fit all alone in my room for a solid minute. outrageous
either you all aren't copping to how this is making you feel or my relationship with my past self is much more strained than I even thought because this has been a deeply uncomfortable (but funny) trip down memory lane for me
I arbitrarily picked the color orange to be my "thing" for maybe a year around age 13. shirts, basketball shorts, shoelaces, everything.
mismatched shoes
trip pants
extremely skinny ccs denim with a skull printed on the leg. I remember a girl in the hall at school say hushed to her friend that she could see my penis. didnt wear those for long
fingerless gloves
I wore a newsboy hat for a minute??
my actual skate gear was pretty hilarious too in retrospect but that was mostly due to not having money rather than choices being made.