Stop it.

My favorite brand is having some serious aesthetic issues as of late. My reader has been inundated with a whole lotta fug, in the form of classic sneakers reimagined as the ugliest form of their self. 

I know. You know how much I loathe Nu Retros. It’s not that I’m trying to beat this issue to death, but shit, Nike just won’t quit. The Jordan 6 Rings? Kill me. 

And fug isn’t just for J’s anymore.

Phototographic evidence after the jump!

On one.

Nigo’s car…

…for realsies. 

 

Dear Insight:

I think you’re rad. I really do. If I didn’t I would never have stumbled upon this … but since I did, I think you should know … I may be slow, but I’m not stupid.

It’s called the “Yesterday Girl” dress, and I’m guessing it’s because that’s when you were banking on my being born, but I’m not buying a $60 XL Men’s dress shirt and calling it a day. It doesn’t even come with the fucking belt. Give me a break.

Wowzers!!!

This is a Maserati. Covered in Burberry.

Quite possibly the ugliest (and most expensive) car I’ve ever seen.

Just one of those days.

I’m in a funk this morning, ya’ll.

I woke up at like 8 fucking o’clock ( I have to be at my office by 9) and I realized I need a haircut. This shit is in perma-bun/ braid mode, and I’m sick of it. My make-up looks weird today, and I’m fucking pale a fuck. My powder has turned to a bronzer since I’ve moved to the Bay. I hate it.

My mother and bro are flying in in 5 days, and I have nothing planned, and they’ve never been here before. So that sucks.

I need to get my eyebrows threaded, but I have to work late out in the City tonight, so that’s out of the question.

I need to start looking for coats/jackets, and fucking boots, cuz I feel the chill creepin’, and I refuse a repeat of last winter ( read: froze my ass off, in a jacket from like 4 seasons ago).

My left earbud just went kaput. Again. I swear, I have the worst luck with headphones, one always dies. I’m thinking about getting Skullcandy since Miguel is all about it…but what’s the point if they break 3 months later?

I’m going to this focus group meeting tonight, so I have to scratch the biz cas for the day, and these fucking pony hair pumps have never been broken in.

And I’m sleepy.

And crankster. Obvs.

And Ferna just g’chatted me the fact that he saw my little purchase from Karmaloop yesterday. This is after our whole “let’s be responsible and save” talk.

Fuck. Me.

The solution: Sleep less, do more. Diddy is an inspiration, ya’ll. I think I’m going to have to cut back to like 3 hours a day to stop being such a lame-o. Bring it. And bring those caffeine pills while you’re at it.