snarky los angeles blogger clowns world. mostly shoes.

since birth i haven’t been able to tell the difference between the color yellow, black, a camo print or a slayer t-shirt.  therefore i think that these things go together.  i.  i wear them.  at the same time.  people think i’m wearing this shit on purpose but i’m not.  it’s a condition called socalitis and it’s no laughing matter.  i mean, do you think i want to look like a fucking photo of myself from twenty years ago but with wrinkles drawn on it with a not thin but thick sharpie marker?