Self-loathing.
I have a job now. It's not bad, I work at the Pretzel shop in the mall. I get to wear a bright yellow t-shirt that says "HAVE A TWISTED DAY!" on the back. And a bright blue apron and visor.
I went to go to work at the mall this morning with Starbucks coffee and McDonalds in the other. I wore preppy clean-cut clothing. Then a boy in tight pants, a painted/studded leather jacket, boots, and mohawk skateboards by. HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW HORRIBLE THAT FEELS?! I feel kind of like a sold out corporate fuck (who was heavily drugged up on NyQuil). Oh, and Dion rocks.
I just feel horrible.
I went to go to work at the mall this morning with Starbucks coffee and McDonalds in the other. I wore preppy clean-cut clothing. Then a boy in tight pants, a painted/studded leather jacket, boots, and mohawk skateboards by. HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW HORRIBLE THAT FEELS?! I feel kind of like a sold out corporate fuck (who was heavily drugged up on NyQuil). Oh, and Dion rocks.
I just feel horrible.