i am dressed a little too preppy private schooly and i had to go to the
supermarket but it was funnish. then i saw a girl from a real private
school and she looked at me like we shared some affinity but we didn’t.
she had perfect posture and monogramed sweatshirt. i don’t have posture
or monograms or sweatshirts; we are worlds apart. i wanted to change
immediately and have fried pigskin or whatever the yellow-trash equivalent of that is
shouldn’t be spending more time with machines than people
elefant here again, i’ll be missing it again. it’s okay diego