I've noticed that, when it comes to what other people think of me, I get the most worked up over music. I'll show up to meet somebody in dirty old jeans, sunglasses, and a video game shirt on; a Super Monkey Ball promotional banana on my car antennae and PowerPuff Girls floor mats, and be just fine. If I were to, however, turn on the radio and have Sonic R music blasting out, I'd be a little embarassed. Weird.
You're a young woman with no glaring, visible physical flaws.Quote:
Originally Posted by Atlas
Every guy you know wants you. ;)
