So, I ran up to American Apparel today before Mass. I reallllly wanted a Merlot Peach Skin Bow; I know…whatever. I rarely go there, so I don’t think I had the swagger you’re supposed to have in that store. Regardless, the cravings for PBR started as soon as I walked in the door, but the weirdest part is that by the time I walked out, I had the strangest urge to ride home on a fixed gear.
Who am I kidding though? I am so guilty of it all today. I ain’t even trying.