I feel like a pancake

ever have sort of strange sayings pass through your head for a couple days?

Well, two weeks ago I couldn't stop thinking to myself "COOCOO FOR COACOAPUFFS!" (whenever I (or whoever) did soemthing "crazy")

and lately, every time my brain stops working and it happens to be sunny out...I think...."I FEEL LIKE A PANCAKE" (perfectly golden, prone, SMALL, flat, about to be eaten)

In other words, this blog post is not a pipe.

 

 

 

 
jaeger blazer, moschino orange pants and red lita boots worn to death that have suddenly started to look somewhat vintage steampunk-y.... anyway. this was my SF uniform more or less.

 

REMEMBER its impossible to fake innocence.... but just thats about it.