Random thoughts

I NEVER expected myself to be the sort of person who would be more disappointed because I was unable to afford a BOOK, instead of a tempting piece of clothing or fashion item. Quite frankly, I always imagined I was someone who possessed more vanity and superficiality than substance. This new & sudden "revelation", if you will, has provided me with a different sense of self and pride - of course that is not to say I am ashamed of vanity, because I'm not. Why should I be? At least I can say "I'm vain. And I have substance." Right? OK. OK.

I guess my point is, that above all that bullshit, the reality of it still remains - one in which I will always be nothing but a walking clichéd contradiction.