i'm a mess and you know that i can't help it
it really is funny how you leave somewhere, come back, and everything/everyone is the same. for some reason i keep expecting people to change.. but they don't really. not saying it's a horrible thing, nor a great thing. just saying.
as for me, i looked like an indie hippie-hipster* today, and was thusly amused. i love playing dress-up in new york.
*flannel/plaid shirt over tank with stovepipe skinny jeans + matching-ish plaid vans + hella 50's hairdo = faux old school working-class look that the hipsters love.
too bad i don't have cateye glasses.
also funny how people hate on things viciously (say, punk fashion) until they want a piece of it. disgusting actually.
and freakin hilarious the looks i would get wearing boys shorts... only for knee-length womens shorts to come into fashion several years later. *shakes head*
so some people** need to be smacked upside the head. oh well.
**most of whom are assholes that work for the MTA or other such people that hate theirs lives and take it out on strangers. joy
as for me, i looked like an indie hippie-hipster* today, and was thusly amused. i love playing dress-up in new york.
*flannel/plaid shirt over tank with stovepipe skinny jeans + matching-ish plaid vans + hella 50's hairdo = faux old school working-class look that the hipsters love.
too bad i don't have cateye glasses.
also funny how people hate on things viciously (say, punk fashion) until they want a piece of it. disgusting actually.
and freakin hilarious the looks i would get wearing boys shorts... only for knee-length womens shorts to come into fashion several years later. *shakes head*
so some people** need to be smacked upside the head. oh well.
**most of whom are assholes that work for the MTA or other such people that hate theirs lives and take it out on strangers. joy