one lonely success

yesterday, i wore my pseudo-punk-studded belt. it’s white-trash-punk-bling and it weighs about 5 lbs. so when i wear it, i don’t take crap from people because when they catch a little glimpse of those chrome studs on my belt, they know that i can bring the rock whenever i want.

had some time to kill, so i walked over to the local mega-commercial-guitar-supercenter to play around with the fancy martin guitars that i can only day-dream about owning. the guy working in the fancy-humidity-controlled-acoustic guitar room was a nice guy and all, but he kept trying to push these crappy martin knock-offs on me. and i was all, “dude, apparently you didnt see my pseudo-punk-studded belt.” and by the look in his eye, he knew that i would bring the rock if my hand were forced and the crappy guitar-propaganda-talk ended right there.

in other news, hyphenating strings of adjectives is my new-favorite-writing-style.