656am. Woke up to three things:
- today’s model canceled.
- Impossible Project said film would go on sale today. It is not.
- money.
But I’m reminded of my high school’s football team, played for ‘em my freshman year.
We were, in a word, awful. 0-10 for the season, only scored once all year.
And that was by accident.
After about our fourth game, we, as a team, came to terms with the sad state of affairs, and began to chant, in the huddle, the only thing that worked to lift our spirits.
“IT JUST DOESN’T MATTER. IT JUST DOESN’T MATTER. IT JUST DOESN’T MATTER.”
We were losers, yes. But we were crazy zen losers in orange and black, stumbling our way towards spiritual perfection.
Or something.
In other words, happy Thursday! I’m gonna chill until the John Mayer concert tonight (where I get to do my medic voodoo while trying my damnedest not to hear a single note), maybe work on my tan.
AND SO, if today is presenting you with challenges (not gonna call them problems, not obstacles, not things that would make you ((me)) livid), yes, challenges, then this shot of Whitney is for you.
