I'm never going to be the scotch drinking, leather jacket wearing, Shelley quoting, clove smoking badass that I always thought I'd become.
I see that now.
It's sad, this parting of ways between who I've become, and who I always thought I'd kick my own ass into being.
Instead, I'm a teetotaling, yoga doing, non-smoking vegetarian.
Who can quote Shelley on a good day.
And I'm fine with that, I guess. I mean, I'm pretty thrilled with myself and all...
But, still.
What the fuck?
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