Okay, so I'm growing what I thought was an awesome type of facial hair. Full mustache, little stripe of hair running from my lip to my chin. In my head, I look like an old West guy, or at least I will once it grows the way I want it to. And once I get some old-timey clothing. Don't quite know how I'm going to address that one yet.

But then today, my lunchmate absolutely destroyed my self-confidence. She said that I should get a little black beret and a long cigarette holder, then go around snapping my fingers and saying "cool". That's right, she thinks I'm a beatnik.

Aaaagggghhhhhh!

Current Mood: CONCERNED!
Current Music: The Lemonheads - Black Gown