I think I'd like to be a dandy. All those tailored clothes and maybe a little frill. No, wait. Am I confusing a dandy with a fop? Maybe I'd like to be a fop, instead.
Or possibly I just wanna fuck a dandy or a fop. Yeah, that's it.
Also, I'm still deciding whether Alpha Moms annoy me for their own sake, or because I secretly want to be them. But then I would have kids with names like Ryland and Marston. I'll get back to you.
ADDED: You can have your longer days, your robins returning, your daffodils blooming, because I finally experienced my favorite rite of spring today-- hot bitches on motorcycles. Tight t-shirt, buzzcut, mirror shades...unnnggghhh.