Agel. I once knew a girl who looked like a ginger-haired Emperor Palpatine. We play
ed volley ball together. When we were in the locker room changing, I couldn’t help but notice that she wore the same purple thong every day. It had a little chain on the back with rhinestone letters that spelled out “Angel”, but the “n” was missing. She frequently wore pink toe-socks with the word “Princess” printed on them with glittery paint. And most days, she wore a denim flip skirt and a Bobby Jack t-shirt. But Agel (as she came to be known) wasn’t in 7th grade. She was a 19 year-old photo tech for CVS. Now, I don’t know if it’s exactly my place to talk about style – I wore a Star Wars t-shirt to class today – but after a person reaches a certain age, Bobby Jack goes from being cute* to depressing. It’s like seeing a 55 year old grandma wearing Apple Bottoms jeans and a pleather newsboy cap. You just die a little inside.
*I don’t think Bobby Jack is cute, but apparently some people do
Tags: immaturity, star wars, the past, volley ball
January 17, 2008 at 12:34 am
this would’ve been a good post, but the picture of the emperor sporting the Wendy’s haircut made it a great post. i’m glad you liked my site, come back any time!
- josh