this morning #719.

this morning, sporting some seriously splashy sweatpants, it was quite clear that he was trying to play it cool on multiple levels. he’d recently become a convert to the church of comfort & his devotion took many feckless forms. breathability was a key tenet of this newfound faith but he had to balance that with his piety to the shrine of self-respect. after all, he wasn’t a slob, so now here he was, riding the bus rocking a pair of pink camouflage sweats. nine out of ten hotties would call them “absolutely ridiculous” but he wasn’t thinking of those chicks. he was counting on that tenth hottie eyeing his wild style & instantly grasping that he was into chillaxin’.