Part-time ESL Educmacator - Part-time student. No money. No time.
In an economy that just swallowed up AIG and WAMU in less than 10 days, it's not an uncommon story. While, I can't say that I eat the best foods or live in the swankiest pads, I somehow keep myself clothed with fashion that is still semi-current.
As the youngest child, I was the recipient of numerous hand-me-downs from my older siblings and cousins. My parents, who were the King and Queen of Cheap (I mean that in the most respectful way), would take anything from anyone regardless of gender, size, or damage. Yes, I wore girl clothes from the seventies. Don't worry. Society's 'cool' police, the playground bullies, made quick work of me.
Although towards the end of high school ushered in a new era of part-time jobs and financial independence, I quickly learned that all of this didn't necessarily translate into buying the most flattering clothes. Why did I latch on to this formula for so long? 2*(baggy jeans)+more boxer exposure/.5=more chicks.
In college, my friend Adam took pity on me in the way that the crazy old lady on the corner takes pity on the stray cats in the neighborhood by dishing out food scraps. His scraps were in the form of old t-shirts and shorts. He even convinced his mom to sew me a few pairs of boxers. Being the child of immigrant parents who were slow to catch on with this trend, I was elated.
The best part was that our disportoinate bodies complimented each other. Me - short torso and long legs. Him - extra long torso and stubby legs.
This week reba and i traveled up to Seattle to see him get married to his long time fiance. After the exchange of the prerequisite wedding gift, I got a fresh bag of hand-me-downs. The tradition continues.
This week reba and i traveled up to Seattle to see him get married to his long time fiance. After the exchange of the prerequisite wedding gift, I got a fresh bag of hand-me-downs. The tradition continues.
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