This blog has become a place for stupid stuff having something to do with James Dean.
Am I somehow in love with James Dean? Lol, no, I don't think so. I'm just becoming increasingly unable to know the difference between James Dean and myself.
Do I even look like James Dean? A little bit. Not much. Not much. But there's something relaxing about forgetting about the Now and living in the 1950's instead. Those were nice times, especially because I didn't have to live them.
