haha. i wore plaid flannel today. and chucks... aaand maybe rolled up the hem of my jeans so as to expose my slouchy socks. also, i opted for glasses rather than contacts. i felt like the emo-est emo kid ever to walk the earth.
yeah, i admit... i had a tiny emo phase, okay? long ago. but i looked at myself in the mirror, and it reminded me that i think i should start/ be in a rock and roll band. or even a riot grrrl band. even though i don't own an elextric guitar...
but such petty things don't concern me. i was drunk as fuck at some party recently, and a piebald song i used to listen to started playing. let me tell you, i played some sick drunk air guitar.
my new rock look + air guitar skillz = i think i should be in a rock band. the end.
next step... bedford avenue haircut!
documentation of said "look":
current song that's been playing in my head like a trazillion times... try to guess by the lyrics-
check my coat in and i paid the dolla
sidekick rrrings, what's up HOLLA
txt the address i'll see you LATA
BABY COME DOWN
COME DOWN COME DOWN COME DOWN
RUN DOWN RUN DOWN RUN DOWN
RUN MAKE A RUN MAKE A RUN MAKE A RUN MAKE A RUN MAKE A RUN MAKE A RUN DOWN
BEAT GOES ON
(hint. it's mia/ come around.)