Meet the new man in my life, Jules, the betta fish.
He keeps me company when I'm lonely in my quiet apartment and doesn't judge me when I'm prancing around in my underwear while singing every single word to En Vogue's "Don't Let Go".
He doesn't speak, so I never have to worry about him mouthing off about me behind my back nor do I have to worry about him ever cheating on me.
Unfortunately, he's not much of a cuddler, which is his big downfall but thats okay because he's fair for the time being just until I get bored of him like the others and then I'll move on to the next.
haha just kidding.
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Leather jacket: H&M. Shirt: ASOS. Jeans: JNBY. Boots: FLUEVOG. Belt: H&M. Silk Scarf: ALEXANDER MCQUEEN. Sunglasses: DIOR HOMME.
You know after making a few mistakes or getting hurt more than a handful of times by those you can't help but adore, you would think you would have learned some sort of life lesson by now. . .nope. I'm clearly stupid.
Losing a limb, have my Prada bag shredded into million pieces or have an eyebrow shaved off, I don't know what it will take before I will learn that some things never change, like people. But I guess what doesn't kill you makes you stronger . . .or in my case, makes you even more bitter and jaded to even vindictive.
BALENCIAGA lambskin clutch. CHANEL lambskin envelope wallet. EXCEL teeth whitening chewing gum. PURELL hand sanitizer. A SHARPIE pen to sign autographs (haha jk. . . .*ahem*. . .*blank stare*). LOUIS VUITTON money clip for my non-existent cash. YVES SAINT LAURENT L'Homme cologne. House & car keys. KIEHL's Lip Balm #1. Business cards. A lighter.
I've done a "What's in Your Bag" blog post before, sometime, a VERY long time ago. But a handful of readers recently suggested that I do a "What's in Your Man Clutch" post. Um…okay. Sure.
I am one of the many few guys that has no problem carrying a hand-sized bag or clutch. I'll get the raised brow look and the occasional smart mouth comment from some moron in baggy carpenter jeans but, I don't care—Hey asshole, my "murse" costs more than your house rent, so here's a big middle finger to ya!
I carry a clutch because it holds all my daily necessities all in one small handheld package. Phone, keys, wallet, business cards, lip balm, etc.—that's a lot of needs that I am not about to stuff my pant pockets, because let's be honest, all you guys out there would agree that there should be only one bulge in your pants and it's not from the pen in your pocket.
With friends with that much personality and sass, its never a dull moment, ANYWHERE you go.
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Whatever happened in Vegas. . .will clearly show up in my next credit card bill statement. Ooops.
Anyways, with such amazing friends, my weekend in Vegas couldn't be anymore more better than it was. See you again next year. . .or at least until I finish paying off all the debt from this trip.
. . .More Vegas pictures to come. Stay tuned.