too bad it's defunct
ha, the irony
Tomorrow is laundry day and that means I'm running out of things to wear. I dug deep into my dresser and found a black Lacoste polo that I bought a several years back when I was prepppycore [catholic highschool's a bitch [stifled my creativity]]. I really haven't worn it since then but then I got a crazy idea. I decided to wear the polo for the sake of irony; BOOM, automatic transition from preppycore to indiecore. I mean, that's just about as authentically indiecore as it gets [indiecore kids dig irony]. 
I'm so nervous [y'all]. I'm about to get my septum pierced today. I might get buzzed off a few PBR's before I go just to calm my nerves. I think a septum piercing will make me so much more authentic. I won't have to stress over emphasizing my skinny jeans and plaid shirt because people will look at my face and automatically know that I'm an alt. I mean, a septum piercing on an altbro is the equivalent to a lower-back tattoo on a slutty broad; automatic identification.


Sometimes when I'm on the dance floor, I completely lose myself. Some might call it an 'out-of-body experience.' It's as if I'm dancing around with my own ghost [my ghost looks exactly like me but is transparent and a shade of blue/cyan]. I just close my eyes and I'm in another world. I have such a close spiritual connection to music that my spirit often manifests itself into the physical realm [as a ghost]. I've grown to accept that I'm more spiritually aware than most people. Electro allows me to transcend the spiritual boundaries put up by 'the man.' 



I am the miniature alt


This is my blog crush
