August 8, 2010
He's gotta knock that shit off. I'm sorry, but his fingers don't need a makeshift slanket. What is he? An angsty art student? A nervous poet? Because those are the two biggest sleeve abusers out there.
I will never take a guy seriously who burrows into his sleeves like his hands are shy groundhogs. Are they afraid to see their shadow? His arms look like two kids rolling around in a tight sleeping bag.
It's not even cold in here, so I have no idea why his hands need their own personal turtleneck sweater. I wish he'd just leave his sleeves alone like a big boy.