The line doesn't quite reflect this post, but it's catchy brutal, and I dig the
Metalocalypse.
So I'm sitting here at Panera in Herndon because it's too long to drive back home before going to my workout, which was pushed back by an hour and a half. So, I'm just patching my laptop and playing
City of Heroes. But as I walk in, a cute punk chick with a mohawk was sitting here with her mom. And that got me thinking about appearances, specifically mine. So today, I'm Frankenstein. I'm not really anything. I've got my hair, freshly bleached and styled, and it's cute in its freaky glory. I'm wearing my workout gear, so that's soccer shorts and an old t-shirt. And then I've got my leather laptop bag and purse, which fits more with my business image. So it's an interesting mixture. I have different looks for different parts of my life, and today, since I really didn't think about it and didn't try to focus on just one thing, I'm an amalgam of all three. I sometimes wish I could see myself from the outside. I wonder what I'd think of myself.