I do not claim to be cool (if that is even the correct word to use these days – fuck, am I really so square that I don’t know what the word is? “Square is probably outdated too). Basically, I do not hold much hope that I will be trending at any point in time.
I cannot give fashion advice. I do not have style crushes. I do not own skinny jeans, non-prescription glasses or any over-sized jerseys with dodo’s on them. I wear spandex to gym because it is comfortable.
I will swear frequently, unnecessarily and mainly for effect. Any traces of irony and/ or gangsterisms are merely a product of my over-exposure to American pop culture with most of my inspiration drawn from Michael Cera movies and Randy Jackson (of American Idol fame) respectively. Word.