Lobster rolls, notwistanding - and not including time on the cape or trips to Dunkin Donuts.... This is the place of my people... I love Boston. Maybe it's the fact that my pressed polo shirts and khakis are accepted with open arms or just that my up-tighted-ness feels at home here...but until the day when I've deciced to throw in the liberal towel and finally try my luck in bean town....i'll be here...i guess
Until then, I am California bound and love my sandy beaches and ocean waves.
Your fascination with preppy is still odd to me. It's purely defined by private schools, uniforms or dress codes, and 14-18 year olds.
ReplyDeleteWhy would anyone want to be associated with that?
oh snap!
ReplyDeleteI went to a private catholic high school, but no uniforms. I was recently told by a good friend of mine that I have the wardrobe taste of an old lady.
ReplyDeleteDude you wouldn't understand, you're just a label whore.
I am bummed they don't sell travel sized bottles of starch that I can pack on business trips to iron my shirts and/or pants
ReplyDeletewho the fuck is taylor townsend?
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