All I Was Missing Was The Trucker Cap

As usual, I woke up late, threw on some clothes, grabbed my bag and headed out for my morning lectures. Later, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and was slightly horrified at my indie conformity – black Sonic Youth T-shirt, black plastic specs, bedhead hair, copy of Garden State in my hand. If I were a jock, I’d beat me up.

So tomorrow I’m wearing an orange halter-neck top and skanky hoop earrings. Better ho than hipster.

4 comments

  1. Weirdness, I just experienced déja-vu while looking at this entry…

    Another totally off-topic comment, but your comments thing seems to deactivate itself after a while. So…

    Yeah, well I was in Italy at the time you passed your driving test. And, like, geez, like, what’s your damage Michelle? :-)

    I got postcards 2 and 4 late last week and postcard 3 on the weekend. I’m so glad I don’t need to read them in order. Looking forward to the rest as and when they dribble in.

  2. (Comments are deactivated after 10 days to reduce comment spamming. You can always email anyway, you mofo.)

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