A mediocre folkish rock band butchers G&R's Sweet Child of Mine.
A blonde chick with fake tits sports a FUBU t-shirt with a Gap denim skirt.
A cute boy reeking of hipster smiles and waves making me feel like I should recognize him but I do not.
It feels like football weather but doesn't smell like it.
Today's running thought has been that the choice to not act is an active choice itself and is equally wrought with consequences.
There's a little bottle of Cool Mint Listerine in my purse that reminds me of a similar bottle of long ago filled with tinted G.
The chai is too sweet.