Skinny Jeans Must DIE!!!

 Ok, it's officially out of control, actually, it has been for over a year now. This skinny jeans fad MUST STOP. Now, before you jump all over me with some - "You just like baggy jeans" - argument hear me out.

 

 Yes, I prefer my jeans to have a little room to breath, I prefer my dick to be able to move as I walk. However, this isn't 1995 and I'm not wearing enormous Girbaud Jeans that look like denim potato sacks.

 

 

 

 

Now my jeans aren't the baggiest or anything...but there's a fucking limit. I would never wear tight jeans, it's just not gonna happen. But, if a dude chooses to wear some tight fitting jeans, more power to him. However, there's a line that gets crossed into "skinny jeans" territory that is unacceptable....

 

 That line is when your jeans look like spandex. When your high top sneakers from the future - by way of the past - have ankle tight jean legs tucked into them.

 

I'm sorry, but this simply looks fucking bad.

 

 A common reaction I get from people who disagree about this is; "What do you care what other men wear?" This is a valid point and 99% of the time what another man wears really doesn't matter. I may think that it looks corny or wack but, beyond that, it's not hurting anyone. Skinny jeans, however, are an attack on my eye balls. They're the most in your face form of man's clothing since the thugged-out-camisol-wife-beaters that 50 cent made popular a while back.

 

 

 

 

Unless I wear one of those cones that dogs wear around their necks they they get neutered, it's impossible to not look. There it is...smashed up cock and balls...skinny man legs...calves...and guy ass...all up in my shit. The funny thing is that even though tight/leggings are in style for women right now, very few of these women actually show off the ass and vagina area. Usually there's a shirt covering it or something...a bag or a belt of some sort. But guys in skinny jeans? Nope. Everything is external and out in the open.

 

 

 

 

Who is this for? I know girls could argue they wanna see what a guy is working with but I'm yet to meet the girl who LOOOOOOVES limp penis. Some girls may even love balls...but limp penis? No one likes a limp penis and yet, strangely enough, tons of girls do love this style on men. I chalk this up to style over substance argument. Kinda like when someone likes free jazz ; In theory it's kinda cool but listening to it fucking sucks. In theory, skinny jeans are ok, looking at them is another story.

 

 

 

 

The illest shit to me is how much this has taken off in the hood. Seeing formally thugged out kids wearing skinny jeans is so dumbfounding. How do these kids deal with the constant dissing they must get every time they leave the house? They must be good fighters or something cause that's like swimming with sharks wearing a full body chum suit.

I think one of the things that bothers me about skinny jeans is that they're very much a statement, wearing those jeans says a lot about a person. Unfortunately, depending who is looking, that can mean very different things. Some may look and see a rock and roll hipster guy who doesn't give a fuck. While another may look and see a rock and roll hipster guy who gives too much of a fuck. I'm a real simple, middle of the road guy when it comes to clothes, so whenever a style comes around that's obviously a huge "Look at me!!!" sign , it's gonna annoy me.

 

Not to be left to just the jeans, with this fad has come clothing accessories which, for some reason, incite rage in me every time I see them...

 

One is the skinny jeans/black vest combo. On a girl, this would be the outfit of a drama club dork who has yet to discover her vagina. On a man, it's the outfit of someone made of paper mache and balsa wood. Whenever I see this shit, I get this strange urge to grab the guy from the back by his elbows and kick him in the spine as hard as I can, just to see if my foot comes out the other side of his frail chest. A little overboard? Very much so.

 

Also, the slipper looking beach shoes...I think they're VANS. Fuck those shoes. You're not on the deck of your beach house, you're in a crowded bar. Hell, it's snowing outside, get some shoes not made out of pants pocket fabric.

 

 

 

 

When all three of these fashions collide, all I see is a male ballerina.


The funny thing is, I know that fads come and go. I'm very much looking forward to about 5-10 years from now when the same douche bags who rocked skinny jeans are looking at old pictures of themselves with the same embarrassment that former ravers do when they clean out their closets and throw away mass amounts huge JNCO clown jeans.

 

 

 

 

Shit, anyone who's was into hip hop in the early/mid 90's has some serious skeletons in their fashion closet...but the point remains the same. Loosen the grip...on your cock. I'd rather see motherfuckers rocking Sienfeld jeans or pleated dockers than skinny jeans. At least those corny pants don't rape my eyes with mashed up cock'n balls whenever I see them. 


 

Here's a good test:

If anyone has ever mistaken you for a girl from behind, you need to get some slightly baggier jeans.

 

 

 

 

Random Blog Time!!

Okay. So I decided that I wanted to post again before I went to sleep...

Why? 

I had a great day today. It was nice, quaint, and all in all cool. I spent the day with someone who I affectionately call Care Bear. I think its kinda cute. (quote me on that and I'll slit your throat with a rusty chainsaw!!) Anyway, we more or less just hung out, learning more about each other and I've learned that she is an encyclopedia of all sorts of dates. It freaked me out a bit but hey. I know some pretty odd tidbits too. I'm just a bit amazed though...From what I gather, she rarely meets people who like her for her and I think thats odd because she is a great person. She is caring, she is loving, she is cute and she has a nice--

Who said that???

Anywho...for those on the edge of your perverted seats wondering if we did the nasty, no. And you're a stupid for thinking we did. But...we did kiss. And I must say, she is quite good at it. I had a great time with her. Who knew that you could have fun for free? Damn corporations making us think we need money for fun...Screw you bastards...Anyway, as time goes on, she makes me feel happier and I care more and more about her. Its an odd thing. I could actually see me spending the rest of my life with her. I mean...I don't see why not. All we'd have to work on is her sense of humor. No biggie we can do that...

Can we do it? yes we can!

Bob the Builder on you bastards...

But wait!! I'm not done yet!!

I gotta rant for a sec...my cousins are here to visit Chicago...and I'm sick of them...I want them gone damn it...I can't take it anymore!! One makes me feel awkward, one makes me wanna throw up when I see them eat, and one is a gangster...Come...ON! I cannot take them anymore...I ned to just...UGH!!! I hate my...wait...strongly dislike my cousins!!!! Damn you all!!!!!!! 

-sigh- That felt good. 

Well...anyway, I am only stopping now because my eyelids are like ready to slam down...so until later.

PsykoGenesis: Change (Part 2)

As of January 20, 2009 at 11:00 AM in Chicago...don't know the time in D.C., a new age came upon us when we inagurated our 44th President, Barack Obama into the White House. yes. Our first black president! I, personally, am proud to be an African american now...Before now, it could be said that we are making no progress or doing anything with our lives. Now, that is a lie. We have broken barriers and restored hope into our race...and it feels great. I believe that he is the answer to all our ailments in our countryand though it'll take a lot of work, I know he is up to the task. Martin Luther King Jr. said that he had a dream...I'm sure if he were with us today, he would see that his dream has been realized...

Why do I bring this up in my PsykoGenesis series?

Barack Obama is more or less the personification of what PsykoGenesis means. A new era, a new day, an age for change. It is meant to be an era where I, the one called Psyko, makes changes that will alert the world of who I am. This is not a dream...this is a promise. I almost thought that what I'm talking about right now would be impossible but...along came Barack. I now have that sense that I can accomplish anything. And personally, if you DON'T have that feeling, then you do not understand the symbolism of Obama's existance. Hopefully, his message will be spread and understood and rise, not as a country, but as a people because I could give a damn about America...but I do believe that Obama can change my mind about that

Now then...I was gonna get ig'nant about some stuff, but I can't talk about Obama then speak some stupid shit. Its not possible. So I may make it a seperate part. Haven't decided yet. So until part 3, watch for me.

PsykoGenesis: A New Era (Part 1)

Okay, so a LOT of stuff is going on these days. With the public, with "our" country, and with ourselves. Though I know of that, i can, and will, only speak for myself. So lets see...Why do I pick the name PsykoGenesis? Its the beginning of a new and better year for me, Psyko. I mean, its already looking up. Despite the rough start, I'm doing pretty good. I have new ideas and might go into a clothing business. I recall a period of time where I designed prom dresses and made quite a bit of money. Yeah, I did. And all of them, not some, not most, but ALL of them were made and they loved them. It was awesome! I felt quite accomplished. So...a few years later, I figure, with my new sense of business, my intellect, my connections, and the people I know...I thought I could start a small business and become big like...I dunno....Well I don't even wanna be compared. I want things to be compared to ME!

On another note...

It is at this point, I have grown tired of people and the way they are...I've said it once and I'll say it again...people are fucking STUPID!! I'll get to males in part 2 put this time around, females are pissing me off...Why does each female I meet and have interest in believe that they are my #1 priority?? NO! if I like you, and you KNOW I like you, I'll give you time to act but if you don't I move on. Seems fair...but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! They see me move on and think, "Hey! I'm ready now!" No, sweetie. You work on MY time or you don't work at all...Sure, seems harsh bu think of this...What if that person had me waiting for years while there is a person that wants me NOW? Thats fucking stupid. Another thing. I'm sick of girls blaming anger on their period...if you get a pass b/c of PMS then I get a pass for having what is medically called a "bad temper". Oh wait...I don't? Oh, fiddlesticks! I guess that, "I have PMS" shit wont fly then will it? In my new era of PsykoGenesis, all these things will be personally addressed.
1. I'm not for the waiting game. Play it with me and I'll move on. That simple.
2. If you think I'll be ok with you being bitchy to me for a week, then fuck that. Iwill retaliate and each time, I'll blame my temper since you claim PMS.
3. I'm gonna stop dealing with those I deem to be "stupid". Its not good for the brain.
These are only a few of the changes to come in the era of PsykoGenesis. Come tomorrow, you will see more about how I feel about some things and I'll even speak on the inauguration of President Obama. I' sorry if you feel I digressed from my points. Don't wory. I'll bring it all home come part 3. So for now, I'm done. Later.

A Fresh Start//Ten 2009 Goals

Wow...
Its been quite some time since I was last here...I have been through a lot of shit and have had little time to do this kinda thing. If it ain't the fam, its my own stability. Young Prophet been busy making moves too *wink*
(Excuse the fact I just said "Young Prophet)
Anyway! Now I'm gonna get to my point. In '09, I got stuff planned. Some realistic, some not. Meh...we'll see. But I do suggest you all make a lost of goals, kinda like a checklist. Wanna see mine? Of course you do. Thats why you're reading right??
1. Get a webcam/digital camcorder. Typing is so old school...I want people to see me on YouTube and stuff. That would rock.
2. Cut certain people out my life. If you have no real relevance to my life, your ass is out on the curb. Get it?
3. Rise up! I'm tired of not being recognized and seen...people are gonna know me this year. Promise.
4. Focus on my music. Dude...I got talent. Watch for me in '09.
5. Write more. I've been on a writer's block...not anymore!
6. Rebuild bridges. I have hurt some people...and I shouldn't have. I gottamake things right.
7. Self reconstruction. There is a LOT wrong with me...you can't say there isn't...I gotta work on some things...but don't worry. I'll still be a loveable asshole.
8. Eliminate lost causes. I put too much effort into things that won't work. Thats dumb...gotta work on that, yeah?
9. Photoshop my shit. I mean...I got it. Why not?
10. Connecting with other poets/artists/etc. I need to. We artists and intellectuals gotta stick together.

Yeah. Thats seriously my list. So...I'm done for now. Have a nice day
And remember!
Jesus loves you...Me? Not so much.