Cool indie rock girl, I will never be you. In high school, I used to idolize you. You, with your careless hair hanging to your rear and your thrift store chic. You played the guitar and wrote poetic songs about deep things like starving children and crooked politicians and obscure English literature. You wore hemp jewelry and shells and didn't eat meat. I don't know why I was never good enough to be your friend. You always seemed to just look right through me. You probably have no idea now who I even am. I was different/unique/weird/creative/stoned too. We could have been those quirky outcast friends like in the movies. That ship has sailed.
So, now, I refuse to like your musician page on Facebook (even if you are pretty good). I will NOT be a fan. Call me petty, but the dogs of hell couldn't drag my mouse pointer to click that button. Harumph.
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