is this benevolent fun or self-destructive nonsense?

we'll just never know.

so, i wore a black tshirt (the one from �hl�ns, so well fitting as far as tshirts go) two days in a row. if i had sported tighter jeans and shoes, i'd've radiated something of a philosophystudent vibe. plus, i was unshaven. black shirt received mixed reviews, Angela: Matt, do you wear black? Mum: You look so good in black. (although, i think, well... who doesn't look good in black? it's slimming, it's a non-colour, "black is beautiful". etc.) but i DO look good in black. i just don't think it's meant to be. i cannot be THAT guy. i cringe in mere retrospect. but it's a damn good shirt.

it cooled off today. i'm in sweatershirt and shoes i st�llet f�r tshirt and flipflops. i feel more comfortable... plus i don't have to do laundry since there is no need for the solo-tshirt collection (which needs a good cleansing.)

and i can't believe that i've just spent all this time discussing my wardrobe... so trivial and yet important... but how redundant my life must be at this point! ish.