may I kick a little something for the G's?
Thirteen days of strict veganism and I had to put whipped cream on a soy Frapucinno. I do not like caffiene's effects on me anymore. I'm shaking and spinning and I can't form a normal thought. I am wearing a sweater in July. Paired with my too-short pants and messy hair, I'm oh-so-fashionably emo. Ye olde opthamoligist says I need to get some glasses since my allergies are preventing my wearing of contacts. I looked at some nifty black frames. Just give me some old skool Converse and I'll be on my suicidal, wonderfully cynical way. I feel like doing something crazy, foolish, and socially unaccpetable.