May 11, 2004

I've got the twenty-first centrury breathing down my neck

Dear The Boy At The Gothic-Industrial Coffee Shop,

No no no, you've got it all wrong. I know what you thought you saw was a black hoodie, black skirt, black socks and shoes being sullen in the rain. What you didn't see was the baby pink sweater and the white bow tied around my neck. Not to mention the extensive flower print wardrobe laying in wait at my home.

Flowers, bunnies, pistols, pirates,

Sonya

Posted by Sonya at May 11, 2004 08:56 AM
Comments

The lack of facial piercings is also a dead giveaway.

Posted by: flamingbanjo at May 11, 2004 09:49 AM

This is what happens when you subscribe to both "Lucky" and "Black is how I Feel on the Inside" magazines.

Cats and dogs, living together.

Posted by: bryant at May 11, 2004 11:15 AM

Actually it's the 21st Century breathing down my neck if in fact you are quoting Frankly Mr. Shankly which I think you must. Don't mess with a boy and his Smiths.

Posted by: sullen young man at May 11, 2004 12:25 PM

Thanks hotpants. fixed it. Those smiths like to mumble.

Posted by: sonya at May 11, 2004 12:46 PM

flowers
bunnies
pistols
pirates
pirates
pirates
pirates

Posted by: Nichole at May 12, 2004 06:43 AM

love the surly goth coffee boys with crushes.

Posted by: j. at May 14, 2004 09:38 AM