acrosshistory: fucking bowie

I tend to never buy clothes, and if i do it's a button shirt from a thrift store. with that stated i purchased three pairs of jeans last thursday. It's almost impossible for me to find simple but fitted jeans which are modestly priced. finding a good pair of jeans is comparable to the nazis searching the holy grail( as in indiana jones, the nazis were looking for the grail for years and then indiana found it in like week). anyway i found them at macys and they were on sale, $29.00, levi's slim 514. amazing deal, i was stoked.. i was so excited that the heavy eastern european accented sales lady talked me into getting a macys credit card, so i can save an additional 20%, i caved and did so. what the fuck was i thinking i hate credit cards, i could see if it was a beautiful girl in which i was memorized by her cleavage or her eyes, but it was no other then an older european lady.. my cheapness got the best of me.. yet again...

the next day was the first official "dude day", my friend and i have off the same day so we decided to call it dude day, and we would do nothing but dude stuff on that day. The day started off for me driving to james house and he made me a killer tuna sandwich then we headed to jos to talk business over a latte and enjoymeant of the non monsoon weather that texas had been under. we then headed to the mall to walk around and we ended up in macys again. while adventuring in the store we came across a sale rack, and on this sale rack i came across a rad david bowie shirt, and this is pretty much what my whole random blob of words were about, a sweet david bowie shirt purchased at macys for $10.00 and to let everyone know how undude dudes really are. a dude day involved lattes, tuna, walking around the mall and shopping.