Suicidal Tendencies

One of the difficulties I face with blogging is that I have found other blogs to read. When I read what some other bloggers are writing, I either lose my will to live (because my writing sucks in comparison), or I lose yet another idea to write about.

I expanded my list of blogs that I read yet again today. While this guy doesn't need any more links, The Disgusting Girl I Work With took away my entire day. I had to literally cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud and drawing attention to myself.

There went my idea for "Cast and Crew" - a demented view of my co-workers. But, now I can't even begin to compare with DG, so, fuck that.

In fashion news, I have decided I have officially entered the "Old Fart" domain. I tried to find a pair of shorts that weren't made of fleece material, yet still looked like shorts. It is impossible unless I want to wear grandpa-esque, elastic waistband, plaid golfing crap that only make one look like the Salvation Army was the last stop on the fashion parade. Today I saw a man wearing what must have been denim capris for men. The shorts were so fucking long, they could very well have just been "high water" pants. Come on, fashion gurus! SHORTS are supposed to BE short! That's why they are fucking called shorts!

But, of course, women's shorts keep getting shorter, both in leg length and waist height. I imagine that, soon, women will be wearing eyepatches around their midsection, and still complain that men look at them as nothing more than objects.

Here's a big clue: If you don't want to be stared at, then don't wear something that draws attention to yourself. I think I will file that in the "Duh" cabinet.

In the meantime, I need some real inspiration.