I'm in that Fuguzi-listening, angry college girl from the 90's who wears ironic glasses phase... where's my alternative guy? Wait, those girls don't keep guys; it's taboo. Oops.
In other non-idealist news...
I saw some black guy getting arrested today at LJ shores. He had some cup filled with alcohol. The cop who arrested him was as typical as it gets; beer belly, bald, donut-eating mutha fuckaaaaa. Whoa, excuse my language.
Conundrum, I think I just farted.
I just realized that my blog/ blog musings are well... immature. Perhaps because it's full of honesty.
About Me
- Jenny June2
- i can't relate. i have a hard time with reality, i guess because there's something wrong with me. i think the rest of the world should become writers, writing always leads to something undiscovered... maybe we'll all become too occupied with discovering so much in the end that nothing else would matter; we would just be writers, a society of long, run-on sentences.
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