To Dream the Impossible Dream

Sometimes, especially on rainy-sad days, I sit around and listen Devendra Banhart and maybe light a stick of Nag Champa and I think, "I should be an artsier, intellectual girl! I should be more free! I need a new pair of glasses!"

And then I imagine a world where all of my clothes are black and mysterious and my hair is long and perfect nature-lady bouncy and I am wearing good lipstick and reading some amazingly complex book that's not too pretentious. In this fantasy, I will forgo my contact lenses and don cool vintage eyewear, essentially anything from eBay store Dr. Hugo, but especially these or these.