mind your words.

times.

I sometimes get these really dreadful feelings.
Dreadful.
Like intense anxiety and panic about things—lots of things—scary things.
It used to be really bad and then it sort of went away and now it’s back and I don’t like it.
Not one bit.

A little courage juice will ease my spirits.

ANYWAY—–

I walked through Times Square yesterday and it’s such a fun time.

Everyone is just looking about like “Gee whiz Polly Mae, that thurr is one big ‘ol neon sign if ever done seen one!”

It’s silly fun watching the scenes unfold; the swindling, the determined purse protectors from Wichita, the gaggles of tweens trying to dress ‘hipster’—putting on every possible piece of hipster clothing they can get their little suburban hands on.

I never understood them—hipsters.

At Terminal 5 last night I looked around and the place was filled with hipsters.

Kooky phenomenon.

Skinny “dirty” pants.
Dirty “looking” hair.
Weird hats.
Eccentric necklaces.
Glamor belts.
Droopy laissez-faire faces.

Sort of wallowing around, all melodramatic with this look about them that says ‘I don’t care what you think but in actuality, I do care’.

Why go out of your way and pay lots of money on your clothes, just to look poor and homely?

Why would you want to wear non-prescription coke-bottle glasses?

Mystery.

Anyway, I’m off soon–not sure about how much time I’ll have to write but I shall try…kiss kiss ninja turtles

*side note: I am very much NOT a fan of punk ass prick face lame brains.

~ by ninamazing on August 1, 2008.