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Death of a Non-Fag.

Or a not-quite-full-force-fagmunch. However, he is dead either way. In his place stands a newer, increasingly faggy me. Woe unto the world for the loss.

See, there's this sweater I've been seeing at work (American Eagle Outfitters). I really really really fucking want it. Check it out, babes*. Yes, it's $149.50. But I want it. And imma gonna get it.



See, I have a pretty monster discount right now--50% off until the 5th, when it all goes back to my regular 40%. So I can get it (as sooooon as I cash today's paycheck... :D). So, for once, it's not an issue of money. Well, not exactly.

Back to the point, though. So, sure, I may get 50% off from that price, thus having to pay only $74.75, but that's still more than I've ever paid on a single piece of clothing in....well, ever. The most I ever paid for any one splooge of an item was about $27 for a sweater on clearance at Express Men a few months ago, and even that was a shock for me to accept I'd actually done.

See, I'm a thriftboi at heart. Or was. Or was/am. I recently bought a sexy lil American Eagle t-shirt for like 2 bucks at a local thrift store. Versus the $30 it probably cost in store....

But then there's this blue snowflakey sweater thing* that's got me so worked up in a tizzy. It's still about double what I've ever paid for any one piece of clothing ever. Some might argue that alone doesn't make me necessarily more faggy. Except for the reason, for the justification I make in defense of that cost.

"Because it's so pretty."

I'm willing to pay nearly triple what I've ever paid for any bit of clothing ever because it's pretty. I mean, it is, isn't it? Pretty, that is. And would probably look very good on me. Bold colors look good for people with skin as pale as mine, afterall. Plus, it brings out the blue in my eyes, I'll bet.

As well as the fag in my soul, apparently. Sigh. >.<



* EDIT: 2011/02/03: just in case those bastards on the AE website take down or have already taken down the page about this sweater, here's a picture!
Glory in it. Glory.

Comments

  1. Do it! If you NEVER splurge, sometimes it feels good to do so and remind yourself that you deserve it. :D

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  2. That is an awesome sweater. Warm, long-lasting items are worth splurging on. I just bought a wool, purple, high collar, silver buttoned coat. It was SO worth it.

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