i forget about all the pictures i have. i liked this one because it reminds me of how eccentric i think i am, pretend to be. wearing a scarf according to people ’round here, is pretty ballsy, pretty “out-there” like woah, totally, especially if it is plaid and the shirt is striped. fuck that i know how to co-ordinate color schemes and pull that shit together and even if it doesn’t go for you, for me, it DOES. i will wear ten scarves at the same time and wear scarf jackets and gloves and you hAVE to be seen with me, ok! and when i wore that outfit with the scarf to the “coolest” spot in town this girl came up to me and said i was the hottest girl there and i was like that’s fucking RIGHT! and then i fell into a bunch of people and blamed it on them. heh.

i like apologizing for when people bump into me, like willy the wimp.

did anyone ever read that book? me and jason thorne my very good black friend from grade one fucking loved that book. willy the wimp was a skinny little monkey-nerd who got picked on by these big gorillas who throw him in a trash can and when he walked down the street he bumped into a pole and said sorry to it. ehh. and he had a bowtie and a big head and a sweater-vest (ha noel!) and cuorduroy pants.

so one day he sends away for these dumbbells and starts pumping iron and jogging and he gets all burly as shit and he sees the scarey bully gorillas and they are scared of him but willy the wimp doesn’t turn all mean and vengeful even though he could kick them asses, he stays true to his charm and hospitality and they are all friends in the end.

i woulda slapped the shit out of them at least a little bit before being nice and friends. but i’d like to think i wouldn’t slap anyone, only if they asked me to.