Richie [capitol] wip

That guy so needs to look at himself in the mirror for a good few hours and decide if wearing that tight pink sweater was a good choice this morning. If you were to ask me, I would say it was social suicide, and I would avoid him at all costs, because honey, no one takes me down, no one. With a long elegant finger, I tuck my long locks of dark hair behind one ear my eyebrow, which was styled to perfection, raised in question as the abomination strolls past me. I lean away, as though I was scared that if the guy breathed on me, I too would lose my fabulous sense of style and be cursed with this guys disease.