May 10, 2009 00:49
On October 3rd, 1996, I was up late at night working on my "new look." This apparently consisted of:
Pigtails.
Blue eyeshadow, black mascara, purple-pink blush and raspberry lipstick.
An iridescent blue shirt worn with an open, white blazer over top of it.
My dad's jeans.
In my 13-year-old mind, I thought this would be cool.
I must have looked like a train wreck.
self,
what the fuck,
childhood