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1. in response the 3 different ways I've managed to style my hair, and I type style loosely, because I don't actually do anything, they just come as a result from doing really uninspired things, like wearing a hat, or blow drying it, or tying it back, or any combination of the aforementioned, people have told me I resemble the following:
a. an asian girl
b. a lesbian
c. Robert Smith
2. I'm like *this* close to acquiring an intimate relationship with a working studio. more on that later.
3. you know, I'm down, just as much as the next person, to just sit around and chat and hang about. I'm all for aimless loitering past the aimlessness implied in the original act, but I am also for cars, and am ardently for a cars right to drive on the street, without the hassle of obstruction from a bunch of teenage vagabonds, living life to the fullest all over my side of the street; sticking it to the man via fucking with the motor traffic of the common denizen, right outside of their mom's house. we were going forward, and another car was coming the opposite direction, and as we approached each other on an already narrow road the group of guevaras playing truth or dare and showing no sign of ambulation was becoming ever so bothersome. so as we inched by each other in an attempt not to disgrace real car accidents involving bent bumpers and trees and wrap-arounds, and although I wasn’t driving, I felt it my duty to speak up.
*rolls down window*
me: hey......get the fuck out of the street.
guy 1: gah!
guy 2: fuck you.
girl 1: fuck you.
me: you're too young for me baby.
guy 1: *laughs*
guy 2: what'd you say, asshole?
*drives off*
but hey, maybe it's me, maybe this crazy society and the crazy rules that govern it are actually crazily crazy and need to be abolished. maybe? maybe not. do you know why there isn't a car in your living room right now? because it's in the goddamn street, where it goddamn belongs. do you know why you're sitting in front of your computer right now? because you're in your house, where you belong, reading livejournal, like a whatever it is you are, and not outside, chillin' with the cars. so don’t block cars when they're attempting to drive by, like they should, and not in your living room, you goddamn kids, with your young hip fresh asses.
a. an asian girl
b. a lesbian
c. Robert Smith
2. I'm like *this* close to acquiring an intimate relationship with a working studio. more on that later.
3. you know, I'm down, just as much as the next person, to just sit around and chat and hang about. I'm all for aimless loitering past the aimlessness implied in the original act, but I am also for cars, and am ardently for a cars right to drive on the street, without the hassle of obstruction from a bunch of teenage vagabonds, living life to the fullest all over my side of the street; sticking it to the man via fucking with the motor traffic of the common denizen, right outside of their mom's house. we were going forward, and another car was coming the opposite direction, and as we approached each other on an already narrow road the group of guevaras playing truth or dare and showing no sign of ambulation was becoming ever so bothersome. so as we inched by each other in an attempt not to disgrace real car accidents involving bent bumpers and trees and wrap-arounds, and although I wasn’t driving, I felt it my duty to speak up.
*rolls down window*
me: hey......get the fuck out of the street.
guy 1: gah!
guy 2: fuck you.
girl 1: fuck you.
me: you're too young for me baby.
guy 1: *laughs*
guy 2: what'd you say, asshole?
*drives off*
but hey, maybe it's me, maybe this crazy society and the crazy rules that govern it are actually crazily crazy and need to be abolished. maybe? maybe not. do you know why there isn't a car in your living room right now? because it's in the goddamn street, where it goddamn belongs. do you know why you're sitting in front of your computer right now? because you're in your house, where you belong, reading livejournal, like a whatever it is you are, and not outside, chillin' with the cars. so don’t block cars when they're attempting to drive by, like they should, and not in your living room, you goddamn kids, with your young hip fresh asses.