neurotic_angel

Went shopping the other day and I didn't strangle the employees that work there. I found a cute pair of shorts, sweater-ish thing, and a pair of pinstripe pants. I'm wearing the shorts today, and of course its freezing at work and I'm miserable.
Oh well.

*sigh*
I miss my good ol' goth days. How I long for my chains, collars and midget-smuggler pants. My fashion-style didn't have to make any sense back then because who really gave a fuck?

Now, during the summer, at least I can get a break from pretending that I'm up-to-date and fashionable...fuck, if I want to wear my footloose sweater with pink skelliton PJ bottoms, then fuck yes I'm going to wear that.

I hate my program...well, not really. I hate the people that are in it. In order to fit in with them, you have to bare no personality and wear exactly what they're wearing, say exactly what they're saying, do exactly what they're doing...otherwise you're going to get singled out as a freak.

(Not that I don't mind this, I was/have been a "freak" since the 7th grade)

Isn't fashion about stepping forward and being an individual?! So why the hell is everyone doing the exact same thing and thinking it makes any sense?!

Aw, hell, I'm ranting.

Fuck...I'm going to go back to work.