I'm pretty weird. I want to be so many things at once, but right now I'm a punk rock military girl? Weird right?
Here's why.
My room:
Band posters, filled up corkboard, CDs and Records, Comics on the floor. Knocked over amp, Red and white Electric guitar. Skateboards, bear head on the wall. Brass knuckle cat on the floor, and books scattered everywhere.
My outfits:
Ripped jeans, Vans, band shirts, Military Jackets, fingerless gloves.
The clothes I want:
Checkered Socks, Blood Red Winged Doc Martins, (What a mouthful.) Denim or Vinyl Jackets.
So I'm the Punk Rock bitch of the neighborhood.
