turns out one of the side effects of living in a city where i know essentially no one is that i’ve become less concerned with how batshit crazy i appear to those around me.
example #59465: since i’ve been in chch i’ve started going for long meandering walks, mostly just to get out of the house and get some exercise. i pop my ipod on & wander the streets, listening to whatever the hell ridiculous music i feel like. i believe normal people also do this, but they probably don’t do dramatic lip-synch performances as they’re walking. look, i’m just enjoying myself, okay? usually i spot people walking towards me and tone it down in time so that they don’t notice my amazingness, but every now and then i’ll round a corner and get busted in the middle of an epic ke$ha impersonation, like, um, today.
“i don’t care what people say, the rush is worth the price i pay..”