So wearing a skirt in the middle of the city is a bad idea. I was coming home today from Soulmate's. I won't get into the details. I just didn't feel like waiting for the T. So anyways, first I'm leared at by some painters. Then a taxi stops and honks it's horn at me, and the driver nods his head. Then some British guy turns around and says hello. Then in my building two girls said I looked really cute...which I didn't mind. Then the desk sitter, who I have no idea if he's gay or not, sorta made a comment about it. But I didn' t mind that either, because he's really nice and was listening to Siamese Dream! Talking about Smashing Pumpkins....

Your wardrobe is kind of plain, and everyone around you is shooting heroin, but that's okay, because you finally took care of that mop you once referred to as hair. It's smooth sailing from here. Which Era of Billy Corgan are you?

Yah, this test kix major ass. This day is going completely alright. I miss Ryan Adams. *turns Ryan on, oops...I mean, turns his music on* Hehehe.

~Mrs. Adams 
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