Cool

One day I caught my reflection in the window of the BART and was rather pleased and a little surprised at the person I was projecting.

Look at me, standing here, riding public transportation in a big city after a solid day’s work. This girl knows what she’s ABOUT. She’s an adult and she doesn’t even care.

I’m working a leather jacket–FAUX LEATHER you damn imaginary brain hippies. I’m rocking some skinny jeans like a damn boss, and my feet are sporting moto-inspired wedged booties. How do booties even get inspired? By badassery, that’s how.

This is a cool woman’s reflection. I am a cool woman in this moment.

Ooh! You know what would complete this cool persona?

Fingerless gloves.

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God dammit, nerd brain! Always undermining me by revealing how uncool we really are. Thanks for nothing.