My Sexy Fedora.

Status Report

Wearing: My dorky striped yellow and green shirt which has grown on me, and my summer shorts.

Feeling: Nice.

WinAmp is playing: Innervision – System of a Down

Last ate: Leftover Blimpie’s Grilled Beef Turkey and Cheddar. It was some good shit. Buying a whole and eating half then, half later is going to save me some cash.

Entry Start Time: 5:05 PM

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

I’m not sure why I haven’t worn my hat to work yet. When I first started working, I dressed… not so casually. My dad told me I didn’t need a tie. He was right. I’ve never seen a signal person with a tie. Not even Denis, the President. Lauren dresses nice, but certainly not… excessively professional. I wish she’d stop smelling so nice. *mumbles incoherently* It was when I met Mike that I saw how loose I could be. The guy has longer hair than me, has piercings, and was wearing a Primus shirt when I met him. It was at that moment my “No Band Shirts At Work” policy ended. *smiles* And Mike is a regular downstairs. I’m an office bitch upstairs, for the moment. I have been told that there’s some inventory program that needs to be written. I won’t embark on that until mid-July, after their shutdown.

So I wore my hat to work today. When Mary walked in, she told me she liked my “Fedora”. I had a feeling she was refering to my hat, but I had to double-check. Someone else passed through the conference room and complimented my hat. *smiles* Mary went on to say that Fedora style hats are back in fashion, because country music is “in” again? Which, made me ask, When did Country Music go out of style? I mean. I don’t like country music. I can’t think of ANYBODY that does. (Well, maybe one.) But. The hoards of country music fans are basically invisible people I’ll never see, and the music they listen to is music I will never hear. You mean these invisible people stopped liking their music and then decided to like it again now? Makes no sense to me. This is why I ignore trends.

Hell, I’ve been told that leather is in. OH NO I HAVE A TWO BIKER JACKETS SO THAT MAKES ME TRENDY. Isn’t leather always cool? Just TRY to tell me that there was a time when The Fonz couldn’t be seen as cool. I’m going to get a motorcycle, someday. I have vintage jackets I inherented from my Uncle Dave. Might as well put them to use.

Back to my sexy fedora. Hmm. That needs to be capitalized. My Sexy Fedora. That’s better. I have a couple pictures of myself in My Sexy Fedora. *uploads pictures*

(I didn’t feel like resizing them manually or using html code to resize them, for I fear compatibility with browsers. If you don’t have your resolution set to 1024 x 768, you are a Republican. If you have it set to a sharper resolution, I want your monitor.)

Aren’t I sexy?

Uh. Just ignore the advertisement. And the guy next to me is nobody important.

Me and the Princess at a hockey game last October.
She thinks this pictures makes her look fat. She’s out of her mind.
Oh wow, I’m wearing that same shirt right now. And that’s one of my leather jackets.
And yes, I was wearing My Sexy Fedora. Notice the feather.

And naturally, I’ve put My Sexy Fedora on other people and taken pictures of them.
Claiming them as mine, in a way.

Miami looking very sexy in My Sexy Fedora. Ritalin’s the girl on the left. And Skunkie is behind Miami.

My Sexy Fedora can make anybody sexy, even the mild-mannered Skunkie. Doesn’t she make you tingle between your legs?
Lady’s ass is walking out of the right of the picture.

Okay, I’ll admit it, that’s actually not My Sexy Fedora. That would be the original fedora Kivudet had that inspired me to buy my own.
Note the missing feather. I found my feather on the ground in front of ShopRite.
(Grunge is on the left)

Hairbrush. My Sexy Fedora. Together. In the same picture.

My Bum. Which has nothing to do with My Sexy Fedora.
Ha ha, I made you look at my tushy!
I should write a poem about my bum.

My Sexy Fedora has turned out to be a great conversation-piece. I get compliments on it all the time. Some people at Rutgers call me Hatman. Pity they’re not totally my type of people. People look at me when I walk/drive/limbo by. Of course, half the time I wonder if they think I’m a hick. Would you like to be a hick like Timmy and wear a fedora? GOTO your local Sears. Ha ha. I got mind on sale for 20 bucks. Originally 50 bucks. And I was going to pay that 50 bucks, too.

My Sexy Fedora: The best impulse buy I’ve ever made.