It would appear that I am very much straight edge, which is something I didn’t even know I could be yesterday. I still can’t work out whether it’s more sad to fit this particular “counter-culture” by accident or design. I’m going to go with the latter, because I feel that people who get a tattoo of an X so that nobody serves them alcohol are pretty damn sad.
I blame my upbringing, naturally, as well as global capitalism, boy scouts, and other Circumstances Beyond My Control, though that’s probably because my first reaction was to ask myself what would Rorschach do?
And in case you were wondering, today I determined that the opposite of a horse is, in fact, a squirrel.
