14 November 2010

zigazig ha.

last week, i went shopping.
now, first of all, i really shouldn't have done that, because i'm currently trying to kick the addiction: now that i'm a poor college student.
and especially since usc decided to give me a parking ticket even though i had a parking pass.
and then ignore my appeal.
but back to my story.
living ten minutes away from manhattan beach shopping is not good news goldfish, let me tell you.
so i walk into a store, and what do i see?
a very appealing pink floyd dark side of the moon shirt.
so here's the problem: i'm not actually what i would call a pink floyd fan.
i mean, i could be, but i only have one of their albums, and it's not dark side of the moon.
(i know how lame that is but i have so much classic rock to catch up on, you need to give me a break)
in other words, if i buy this shirt, i am a fake.
i considered buying it and then immediately going home and downloading the album to listen to nonstop for a couple of days, but that still seemed wrong.
and what if i didn't even like it?
then i'd have to pretend.
the point of this story is: i refuse to be one of those girls who pretends she likes something because it looks cool.
no one should be that girl.
the other point is, if you are a dark side of the moon fan, go buy that shirt and fulfill my dream.
just don't take yourself too seriously.



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