be chrissie hynde in 2009

discuss tolstoy and dostoyevsky at emo’s
giggle at sorority blondes enjoying free week
cut your own hair in the bathroom and let people think it was expensive
bike hard
and please, ‘don’t kill him.’

i hate to vainly post a photo of myself, but i’ve never been so happy with a five-minute bathroom self-executed haircut before. so here it is.

who in fresh hell is coming to the yarnopy with me?

i saw harlem again tonight, and el paso hot button. i napped through everything else i was supposed to do, unfortunately.