i don't care what they think.

my winter coat (previously called my "usher coat", heretofore referred to as my "p. diddy coat") is borderline ridonk. i wear it and people clear the sidewalk. i only assume it's because they conclude that i am a famous rapper and an entourage must be in tow.

but i don't care what they think. because this coat keeps me warm like nobody's business. and in case these people haven't noticed, there is a full-on blizzard up in here right now.

i did get to leave the house yesterday (briefly) (and in aforementioned coat) to go get groceries and the grocery store was in a pathetic state. the shelves were barren and picked over. there were no eggs, no milk, and hardly any meat (not MY problem).

by the time i got home i was sweating because of the awesome power of the p. diddy coat. underneath i had on only a tanktop. ha! take that Blizzard of 2010!

this diagrammatic photo doesn't do it justice, but man, this coat. somebody get me a chain from jacob the jeweler and i'll be complete.

clearly, i need to get out more.