Listening to: Rent - Goodbye Love
So I've come to the conclusion that I'm poor.
And do you know what poor people do when they come to such conclusion?
They spend money.
Which is what I did.
Now I've become paranoid.
THEY all know that I'm poor.
Is that girl looking at me cuz she knows that I'm going to spend money here in this store?
Is that guy looking at me because he knows I'm poor?
Is that old lady scowling at me cuz she knows I'm spending money on things I dont need?
Do I dress/look/act like I'm poor?!
Okay...I'm not THAT paranoid. But still.
Aw heck, I've always been poor.
Okay, so I went to Hot Topic in my lil' cowgirl getup.
It was just one plaid cowgirl looking shirt. Thats it.
So sue me.
This goth girl is like staring at me.
"You don't...look the type to be shopping here."
"What? Is it my puffy sleeves? Do they bother you?
Don't Judge me!"
Must stop spending money on non essentials.
Ooh oh new solution to the problem.
DENIAL. I'll rationalize that I'm not poor.
That sounds good....and easy!
Ok, who hear thinks that
your world should be set to random music
of your choice at random moments in your life?