I’ve been thinking lately about work attire versus weekened attire.
It strikes me that I could dress more laciviously on the weekend, I have the tools necessary to do so.
I also have the clothes to dress like I’m a hipster little nemo in slumberland.
…see the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all that crap they didn’t really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars, …all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume, I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of ‘em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures.
Jack Kerouac (The Dharma Bums) 1958 (via northbywest)
re: bein a working girl
Hey internet!! I found out my high school/early college livejournal ISN’T DELETED! So I’ve been reading old posts and wallowing and reflecting.
Here is a list of songs I compiled for my senior portfolio as my top 40 songs of high school. Present Me still thinks Past Me had slammin’ taste in music:
Just callin’ like I see ‘em
I know what it means to be who I am
I’m just a little kid who lives in my head