8.07.2006

SO...I DRESS LIKE A HOBO- F*CK YOU

Saturday, March 18, 2006
Current mood: DROWNING IN A SEA OF STUPID



SOBER, CRANKY GREETINGS FOAMINIONS!!!
AND A WHAT'S SHAKIN' BACON TO OUR NEWEST CONVERT :RANDOM STRANGER"!
I AM NOT A HIGH MAINTENANCE WOMAN, I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF, BUT IT IS NICE TO GET SPOILED OCCASIONALLY, ESPECIALLY WITH NICE PERFUME OR A NIGHT OUT WITH MR. RIGHT NOW. I'M NOT TOO GIRLY, BUT I AM STILL FEMININE DESPITE MY EXTREMELY CASUAL DRESS. OK, NOT CASUAL- MORE LIKE 14 YEAR OLD MISFITS FAN/80'S PUNK (CUZ THAT'S WHEN PUNK WAS PUNK- NOT THIS EMO/GRINDCORE/PUDF*CKING "ASSHOLE, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CLOSET" SELF MUTILATING 17 YR OLD WANNABE POET SHIT.) COCKSUCKERS, EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM. ANYWHOOO, THE POINT IS I LIKE TO DRESS NOT TO IMPRESS- BUT MORE TO INSPIRE BITTERNESS AND MAYBE FEAR- IF NOT, LET OTHERS THINK I'M A DISAFFECTED COLLEGE STUDENT AND THEY CAN GIVE ME MONEY. PANHANDLING: IT'S THE AMERICAN WAY.
FOR EXAMPLE: WHEN I WENT TO DISNEY 3 YEARS AGO, MY LUGGAGE WAS AS FOLLOWS: 1 PAIR OF DRESSY BOOTS, PAIR OF FAVOURITE SNEAKERS, ANGRY SANDALS, SMALL COSMETIC BAG FOR PERSONAL ITEMS & MAKEUP, MEDIUM DUFFEL BAG OF CLOTHES THAT FIT EVERYTHING PREVIOUSLY NOTED(MOST OF THE CLOTHES WERE CLEAN, BUT OUR RESORT HAD LAUNDRY SERVICE, SO IT DIDN'T MATTER) AND AN EMPTY TOTEBAG FOR THE INEVITALBLE PILE OF CRAP I WAS TO BUY THERE. SIMPLE, ONE BAG, JUST THE ESSENTIALS. I HAD GOING OUT STUFF, SWIM STUFF, AND REGULAR CLOTHES.
MY TRAVELLING COMPANIONS HOWEVER BROUGHT THEIR PAST AND CURRENT LIVES WITH THEM. ONE OF THE GUYS HAD 3 CHANGES OF CLOTHES PER DAY...WTF?????? THEY SPENT WEEKS ON PLANNING WHAT TO BRING, IN ADDITION TO BUYING MORE CRAP PLUS LUGGAGE TO PUT IT IN. I PACKED 30 MIN BEFORE I LEFT THE HOUSE, HAD EVERYTHING I NEEDED AND DIDN'T HAVE TO HIT THE CONVEINIENCE STORE FOR ANYTHING EXCEPT HAIR CONDITIONER (I DON'T PACK ANYTHING THAT REMOTELY LOOKS LIKE MALE EMMISSIONS IN MY LUGGAGE- THAT WILL BE THE BOTTLE THAT EXPLODES.)
WITH ALL THEIR "PLANNING" THEY STILL CAME TO ME TO BORROW STUFF- ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING? SHERPAS SCALING MT EVEREST PACK LIGHTER THEN MY FRIENDS DID.
MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE MOST OF MY TRAVELS WERE MORE SPONTANEOUS IN NATURE, MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE I LIVE IN JEANS, LONG SLEEVE T-SHIRTS (OFTEN WITH PUNK/BIKER/SKULL LOGOS) AND MY UBIQUITOUS BLACK CHUCK TAYLOR'S. I DON'T LIKE LUGGING LOTS OF SHIT AROUND- I'M NOT A BELLHOP, MOTHERF*CKER...I TIP THEM.
SW

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