a skinny little junky chick just tried to stare me down

she had blood on her face from picking and scratching at it too much and her clothes were dirty, like normal people clothes but just all roughed up, anyway, i’m in line behind her (not looking too hot myself, greasy, big glasses covering up my face, just dashed out to get coffee and a tuna sandwich) and she looks me up and down and goes “Pfffft” at me as if she’s hot shit and i’m not, it was very chip on her shoulder of her, fucking annoying. so not to be outdone, i totally ignore her staring up into my face for about five seconds then i turn and give her the mean eyeball and go “pfffft” right back at her, but my Pffffft was way meaner. it was also an effort to refrain from adding shut up junky to my pffft. anyway, that’s the news for now.

hey who’s the square who showed up? you shoulda heard my rendition of roxanne, it blew the ceiling off.

dude behind me is way feeling it.

and here i am pregnant with an alcohol baby, singing roxanne and blasting the ceiling off, it’s hard to sing in a tight skirt, christie loves the sound of my voice.