I ordered tacos on the internet today for breakfast and do not feel ashamed
It was gray today. I walked around in black leather listening to Phillip Glass through my chunky headphones. I felt like an asshole. Crusties at the park yelled at their dogs as I shoveled tacos into my face. I picked a pink flower, followed a bee and then pretended to be a general badass. I went home once I got sweaty. The clouds were deceiving and warm, but you'd never know this looking at all the fools bundled in their winter gear.