When the media couldn't buy your soul...

Today I am pissy. I wasn't pissy at first. It looked like it might be a good day for a while. I listened to my MP3 in my room, and the mother didn't scare me by suddenly coming in, and as twas Mufti I worn my own clothes; to quote Hannah, whoo! I loves my own clothes, make me feel more like me, only less me-ish than if I'm at home, if you know what I mean... Anyway.