DAY 217: A Bug

A bug really shouldn't be scary unless its poisonous. Yet, a lot of people are terrified of bugs. It doesn't make much sense. It's like the elephant and the mouse analogy. 

DAY 216: Suede

I love suede leather. "Why are you telling me this, TJ?" You might ask. Well, suede is an extremely sensitive material. Its like the solid 24k gold of the cowhide world. Get it too wet and it can tighten and crack. Get it too dirty and cleaning it feels like brain surgery. Just as 24k gold can bend out of shape far easier than other metal blends, Suede can break down with ease. So, look after that leather, and make 100% sure that you know the proper cleaning methods. Cop yourself a suede eraser and a soft brush and take care!

DAY 215: Scoff

I couldn't tell you why, but I feel like "scoffing" at someone is a top-tier insult. There are no words involved, just a whole bunch of shade. Shade that's thrown with the accuracy of a legendary heavy sniper in Fortnite. "Why this analogy?" you might ask. Because a whopping 2% of the world's population plays Fortnite. So there's a strong chance you understand what I'm talking about.

DAY 214: Paint

What ever happened to candy paint? It was like the epitome of "Pimpin'." Maybe throw in a little bit of Xzibit, a popcorn maker on the dash, and an entire entertainment system, including a brand new xbox and surround sound speakers that extend out of the trunk to literally surround you as you stand there ambiguously, into the mix and we're golden. God damn I miss pimp my ride...

DAY 213: Sock

White, Black, Wool, or wack, socks are diverse and worn every day. I appreciate them, and so should you. They carry you on their back without complaint. So lets all give a round of applause for socks.

DAY 212: Jam

I haven't had jam or jelly in months. Now that I think about it, I don't even remember what it tastes like, just that it's basically liquid sunshine. Well I guess its not liquid, but you get it.

DAY 211: M3

It's easy to miss the wind in your hair, loud music, and speed. Separately, they are easily had, but together they are as elusive as an accidental pack of entirely pink Starbursts. Yes, I am, in fact, referring to driving. When you move to NYC and accept car-lessness, these are the thoughts that wander the deep reaches of your mind. One thing's for certain though, I wasn't whipping an M3 back in Portland. Maybe someday.

DAY 210: Gimme...

...Time. I feel like it's almost as valuable as money if not more valuable. Why is it so important? And why are humans the only thing that even acknowledge it?! The world may never know...

209: Blue-teeth

I'm always a little confused by bluetooth technology. How in the world does it work?! Seems like some sort of Harry Potter trickery, but its not something I would expect David Blaine to mess with, since he is simply an illusionist, so don't get it twisted. It makes me think there had to have been a guy by the name of, lets just say... Blootoof, who was like, "man, wouldn't it be cool if you cut the wires off this/these (enter any wire-connected electronic device here) and it/they still worked?!" The guy was definitely a battery-neglecting genius if, in fact, he did exist.

DAY 208: Plush

I need a giant plush bear to nap on. I feel like if there was a sort of "Ted" in every household and office across the nation people would just be happier and maybe even Nappier. Oh, and I still wholeheartedly believe in the nap-pod philosophy, being that if every advertising agency in the world had a nap-pod or two, employee morale would go through the roof. Just sayin'.

DAY 207: Shammy

Remember ShamWOW! ? Well not the product, but the sales guy. Dude was crazy, but he made that boring-ass towel seem like the solution to world hunger or something. Back in the day, I had nothing I needed a shammy for, but wanted one so bad. Maybe some day, Teej, maybe some day.

DAY 206: Steam

It's freakin steamy out there folks. I cant believe its still absurdly humid. How?! Why?! Mother nature must be pissed at NY for being so loud, and pushing her out. I'd probably have a vendetta too.

DAY 205: Another

Just another Friday. What in the world will I do today? Maybe some croquet? Naw, just kidding. I have no back yard to play in. Not to mention, who in the world owns a croquet set?! Maybe I'll be the game's next big investor...

DAY 202: Leon

The east Brooklyn lion. Snow white rice falling from carelessly tossed bags. Thousands of grains, meaning little to us, but lots to the foragers of this place. A wall becomes something far different from a divider. Overgrown grass, a jungle, and pools of old rain, the meeting place of gentlemen.