018. the only living boy in new york
Today is Day 3 of this Spirit Week stuff but I'll admit, I'm getting a little into it. Technically, it's 50's Day and I'm supposed to dress up: poodle skirt and knee socks and saddle shoes, the works. But it's kind of cold this morning and where's the fun in doing what you're supposed to? So, instead, I pulled on some skinny jeans and a white tee and a leather jacket. I'm pretty much the next Danny Zuko. Or do I want to be Kenickie? He was much cooler than Danny.
Regardless, now that I know who stole my mug, maybe I'll go rough 'em up outside. Or challenge them to a race for pink slips.
Regardless, now that I know who stole my mug, maybe I'll go rough 'em up outside. Or challenge them to a race for pink slips.
