Sometimes I Want to be Bad…
… because it would make me feel all bad-ass and like, I would imagine that as I walk down the street everyone would have this song playing in their heads, and my hair would be all whipping around my face in the wind, and I’d have this like, bad-ass outfit on, and I would get in multiple fist fights in bars, and sing in a band and all these guys would watch me walk by and be like “She’s an eeeeevil-wo-man! But I still think she’s the shit. I mean, look at her hair whipping around her face in the wind! BAD-ASS!”
Unfortunately for me, I’m too damn nice for my own damn good.
Self-hating, dog-loving and cheese-eating in Toronto. 

