Hold Your Ponies

I was biking the other day in a pair of jeans and a black button up shirt, when my mom saw me and said, "mira que guapo estas" and I tell her to not get ahead of herself. I then explained to her that I only use that certain button up for biking so my shirts would not get the little cotton balls. I already know that the number of girls I appeal to equal zero, so I'd rather not let my mom get her hopes up. I walk around wearing all black, pentagrams, (as of Wednesday of next week) bullet belts, long hair that is almost down to my elbows (but not quite yet, which is frustrating) and ride around town on a bike. (If you ask me, 0% mother approval) I'm a very sociable person, but it's understandable why people chose not to talk to me, whatever. Keep on judging me world.