Hey Clavis, wake up. Show's Over...

Paul & Linda McCartney were one of the cutest couples in the history of couple-dom, if you ask me. A music man and his photo-loving woman, their adorable journey through love was well-documented.
Their youngest daughter, Stella, is today one of the chill-est designers for women in the industry. She keeps it basic, but also is not afraid to throw in a blocky print or random stripe. She’s never too “out there”. Her clothes are extremely wearable. Anyways, she is a dear favorite of mine when it comes to designers. I admire her choices.
The fact that she stems from two really inspiring people is just an added bonus. I mean, as annoying as it is to talk about the Beatles and even moreso, the actual members themselves, Paul McCartney is a catchy dude. You can’t deny him a lil bit of credit even though it seems his credit cup prob runneth over. And don’t even get me started on that angel of a woman named Linda. She fought for the rights of humans and animals, she took great pictures, she always seemed so calm and just chillest of the chill. She dressed great, and when I see pictures of her, I find myself wanting to put on my chill clothes and just ‘lax it up.
Perhaps the couples greatest achievement was co-producing the album “Ram”. It is one of the most consistently catchy albums I have ever listened to. The first time I heard it, i knew I would listen to it for, like…ever. Each song has a different feel, and they all remain catchy as hell. You can seriously just sit down and listen to the whole thing and just stay entertained the whole time. It really is a work of wonder.
I wont let this turn into a post about “Ram”, but I sincerely recommend that album for any mood ever. And I never thought I would advocate something from a Beatle so intensely.
So, Stella was born and became a designer and now she has created some really nice pieces for adidas. If I had the cash, I would definitely sweat my heart out in her modern ass looking running leggings. Or yoga til I die in the metallic purple sweat-like pants. MmMm

I work for a non profit that’s ran from a Methodist church in east lake. The church serves lunch in the basement everyday for $6,  tea and dessert included. The same group of old white guys eat there most weekdays. The fattest of them all is named Allan. He is old and tall and fat. He breathes extremely heavily and coughs on anything. He makes loud noises and says things like “oh me” every single time he gets up or sits down. When I am eating, and I hear Allan coming, I eat faster than anything else that may eat fast. I don’t want my food to be around for him to breathe on or yell on or anything. I am nice to the guy but ill be damned if he’s going to ruin my good ass baked Mac n cheese with his snot bits. Good lord. Anyways, to make his presence even more noticeable, he does shit like this. This was taco salad. Miss Juanita ( the cook) leaves the salsa out so you can add as much or little as you like. Allan goes and dumps the whole god damn bowl on his salad. To make matters worse, he needs 80 packs of sour cream. And I know it’s impossible to believe that this meal could be ruined any more, but oh my fucking ass. Allan was away grabbing packs upon packs of sugar when I snapped this picture. Was it for his tea? Nope. He honest to god took about twenty packs of sugar and layered it in between the salsa and the sour cream. I gag as I type.

I work for a non profit that’s ran from a Methodist church in east lake. The church serves lunch in the basement everyday for $6, tea and dessert included. The same group of old white guys eat there most weekdays. The fattest of them all is named Allan. He is old and tall and fat. He breathes extremely heavily and coughs on anything. He makes loud noises and says things like “oh me” every single time he gets up or sits down. When I am eating, and I hear Allan coming, I eat faster than anything else that may eat fast. I don’t want my food to be around for him to breathe on or yell on or anything. I am nice to the guy but ill be damned if he’s going to ruin my good ass baked Mac n cheese with his snot bits. Good lord. Anyways, to make his presence even more noticeable, he does shit like this. This was taco salad. Miss Juanita ( the cook) leaves the salsa out so you can add as much or little as you like. Allan goes and dumps the whole god damn bowl on his salad. To make matters worse, he needs 80 packs of sour cream. And I know it’s impossible to believe that this meal could be ruined any more, but oh my fucking ass. Allan was away grabbing packs upon packs of sugar when I snapped this picture. Was it for his tea? Nope. He honest to god took about twenty packs of sugar and layered it in between the salsa and the sour cream. I gag as I type.

i just picked up my drink to look at the bottom of it and a guy about a football fields length away thought i was waving at him. it was cool though, i knew him