The temperature in LA has dipped drastically below 80, by which I mean, right now it’s 75, so last night I slept with the heat on for the whole night, beneath my great-grandmother’s blanket, dreamt of Toast. I woke up thinking about this baller fall sweatshirt I used to have in middle school, that I got at Goodwill or maybe my mom and I made it? And it was covered in leaves, outlined in fall toned puffy paint, so soft on the inside, and I would rock it with wide khaki corduroys and cow lick bangs, and it looked something like this?
WHERE DID IT GO? Perhaps it made its way back to Goodwill, where somebody else bought it and was most likely murdered for wearing it.
More importantly, REMEMBER PUFFY PAINT?
WHO WANTS TO BRING BACK PUFFY PAINT?
WHO’S WITH ME?
Most more importantly:
GROWN UP VERSION?