It's sort of like when you're a kid and you mistake Marilyn Manson for Charles, in front of a fourteen year old.
Gets irritated, corrects you.
I was standing on the porch, Spring brought all the new slightly raised orbs of roadkill, you were listening to Breed and I was 8, we can grow a house, we can build a tree.
The way listening to a really great song can sometimes just make you feel like a loser anyways.
Roger Burton circa Hackers
Maja Lemcke circa The Bitter Tears of Petra Von Kant
Debra Hanson circa New Waterford Girl
Imagine what it looked like, in 1974, a girl vintage shopping for jackets from the late 1800's, all the original whale boning to line the garment along what would have matched the corset line. But she just wears hers over the top she crocheted last summer. Her mood ring's sterling, got bubbles in it from knockin' it too hard.
Drinking chocolate milk out of stunted baby bottles and videotaping yourselves doing it during a seance.
My nail polish chips quicker than all the other girls, and it never looked right in the first place.