Oh, for the days of being a dirty mosher indie kid! I knew what to wear, who to be fiends with, what music to listen to, what nightclub to sneak into, even what drink to order. Oh, and of course to snarl at townies and call them sheep :)
Seriously though, I'm havinga bit of a crisis. I can't work out what I like dressing like, and I think I have got in a rut with music and books etc.
I might have to stop wanting to raise Richey Edwards from the dead to go out with me and start aiming to be friends with Cailin Moran...