I’ve wanted to be a punk since I was 12! A couple days before Halloween, I realized I wasn’t planning on getting a real job any time soon… Not in this economy, anyway! So, new do!
Punks were always so cool to me. They didn’t care about anything. They rebelled against everything. I couldn’t wait to scream at society… Once I was done painting my nails.
It was when I was doing my hair that I started to realize punkers might not have really been all that tough. “Down with corporations! Except the manufacturers of this amazing product!!!!”
The most anger I mustered up that night was when I was putting on my thumb ring and it messed up my nails… Now when I scream at the world, I hold my fingers in front of my face to help them dry.
I’ve been rocking it for over a week now… Still not gonna find a real job… Grrrrrrrr! Bad Assitude!