I had a funny/pathetic moment from Sunday that I forgot to talk about yesterday. I was getting my jacket because I was going to walk around Hoboken. I reached for the jacket and caught myself in the mirror, I hate when that happens. Usually because I forget how big I actually am but this time I noticed what I was wearing. Take a look, I took a photo of myself:

Hello ladies
Sweet Lord, what was I thinking?! I'm trying to go back in time and figure out the exact moment where I gave up on myself. Although, Sunday is a rough spot in the clothing line up. You don't really want to wear something that would look good for work. Also, It was cold outside. But does dressing in layers mean looking like a hobo? In order for this look to work, I think I need to be riding a tractor somewhere in the midwest. Yet another thing for me to think about in '04.
Having said that, if you're a woman living in the tri-state area and you'd describe what I'm wearing as 'cool' - drop me a line, we have a lot to talk about.
That's it!
Always,
Bob
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