because there are times i question my brightness

I went shopping today. It started off as only looking for a book and maybe a refreshing coffee beverage of some sort, but it became something a little more expensive in a manner or minutes. Whilst enjoying my frozen mocha-espresso-banana drink, I wandered about the mall and a shirt caught my eye. It was a simple gray shirt, but for some reason it spoke to me and I decided that i wanted it. Then came the first problem: it was in an Abercrombie store. One should know that back in my angsty high school days i swore i would never shop in such a preppy, expensive, and otherwise inaccessible-to-people-like-me store. So when I realized that my intended purchase was inside a store that I had once considered evil, I was a bit torn. But after a few more sips of frosty coffee drink, I had decided that I was stupid in high school and proceeded inside.

Upon finding the rack that contained my sought-after shirt I grabbed a size small. I figured that this was the size i normally wear, so it should fit right? Wrong.

In the dressing room, I attempted to don the shirt and promptly became stuck. My head trapped between my elbows, I struggled to find a method of escape. This resulted in me hooking the collar of shirt on the provided clothing rack and pulling. After almost doubling over from a quick release, I had decided that perhaps i should try the next size up.

I returned again to the fitting room with a medium and a large (just in case). When trying on the Medium, I had essentially the same experience as with the small, only now I felt that the situation was getting a bit ridiculous. I wore smalls! Not mediums and most certainly not larges. But the shirt was pretty so I tried on the biggest shirt they had available, feeling defeated. And it looked good. I shrugged and decided that the shirt was worth the trouble and went on to purchase it.

Having gotten home with my new prize, I thought it fun to share the news with my better half. After telling her of my story, she stopped me and asked:

"Wait. Which store did you go to?"
"Abercrombie"
"Abercrombie or Abercrombie & Fitch?"
"The first one."
"You do realize that Abercrombie is meant for little kids, right?"
"...that would explain a lot."

So after being laughed at for a good couple minutes, I have learned that adult models on the walls of the store do not necessarily mean that the clothes are meant for people of that age bracket. Apparently, I should pay more attention to things of that nature. But then again, the shirt looks good, so you wont hear me complaining.

Oh, and here's a random drawing I did for you:

Yeah, I have no idea either...

-TinMan

New possibilities

I realize that my devotion to anything online such as, oh say, this blog can easily be questioned, but I had an idea:

I'm thinking about starting a webcomic.

In all likelihood, it would be updated sporadically and possibly very generic, college-y, or just not that funny.

But that being the case, would anyone consider reading it?

-TinMan