Adam and I were just having a chat based on his iTunes selections. One thing led to another and I've come to realize that I was in fact a Twitterer before tweeting was even remotely imposed on the human condition (seriously, its now reached freakish levels). Back in the day, ie, around the time I started this blog, Brigid and I had the most ramshackle t-shirt factory concocted in our living room. Piles and piles of iron-on letters, random jars of paint, stencils, the works. Every idea we ever came up with whilst watching tube became an idea for a t-shirt. I mean, hell, we were making shirts based on Law & Order marathons. "Briscoe is god," "McCoy can press my charges,"shit like that. I think I had two shirts inspired by the Darkness. I know I wore one that said "If that's 30, sign me up!" to Carlos' 30th birthday party. If you think about it, that was essentially tweeting. Nowadays, rather than the initial thought being "oh, you should totally put that on a t-shirt" its "oh, you should totally Twitter that." Could that be why I hate Twitter? Could it be the lazy production values? Is Twitter the Snuggie to my Slanket? It may very well be.
Anyway I now have an arts & crafts assignment. Which is only slightly problematic because the last time I went to American Apparel, my friends and I were politely asked to leave (yes, I'm aware that there are probably better places to buy tees anyway, but fuck off I like theirs).
Love you mean it, you crazy DIY porn shop!
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