i've been listening to french organ grinder music all day, something is wrong with me i think. i just have the image of this dirty french guy standing on the corner of a dimly lit street, playing his music box and singing to his monkey, who is doing dances on the sidewalk, hoping to get tips from the aristocrats walking by in fur coats and fancy hats.
i wore an all out war jacket to class today, i didn't even think about what happened last night when i put it on. when i took my jacket off in class though, i recognized what it said. oh well, i'm an asshole, but that's already been confirmed, so i guess this was just the icing on my ass. it's not totally my fault though i guess, it's raining like crazy here and that's the one jacket i have up here that's semi water proof.
i wore an all out war jacket to class today, i didn't even think about what happened last night when i put it on. when i took my jacket off in class though, i recognized what it said. oh well, i'm an asshole, but that's already been confirmed, so i guess this was just the icing on my ass. it's not totally my fault though i guess, it's raining like crazy here and that's the one jacket i have up here that's semi water proof.
that is pretty ironic about the all out war jacket. but ya know what? there are people out there acutally participating in war protests WAY harsher than that.
you didn't get beat up over it, don't worry about it.