since college, my stash of comfy, worn-in, silk-screened t-shirts has dwindled. that's partially due to the fact that mr p cringes whenever he sees me wear "that orange one with the words peeling off and paint stains", partially due to the fact that i'm ruining my poorly-made malm dresser because i'm such a pack rat. i've acquired exactly 2 t-shirts since college (4 years ago!), and ALL of them are pretty unacceptable wear anywhere outside of my 400-SF apartment.
all of that combined led me to the impulse buy of our new "jc is my home, boy" shirts. (meaning "jersey city", of course, what else were YOU thinking?) they are
do you, too, live in this awesome place called jersey city? (business insider, business insider, and new york times think it's pretty awesome too, btw). if so, you might want to go buy this shirt too!
("hey babe, you need to open up your jacket so we can see what your shirt says")