last nite at the bovine there was this tall skinny goth guy wearing a dress and he wasn’t even boozing, he was waiting for someone who wasn’t ever going to show up or he was just waiting for people to pay him attention. he kept switching seats too and his hair looked just like the scarey guy’s hair from mortal kombat, a ponytail on the top of his head. dude kept putting on more make-up. i felt really sad.

fil asked me if i had ever taken anyone dressed like that home before and i said NO.

with regularish dressed people it’s like a mystery whether or not they are whiny poetry writers who cry in fetal postions if you don’t call them every 30 minutes but with people dressed like that it’s a friggin’ omen like, don’t waste your time, it’s their gift to you so it’s best to accept it.

the same goes for people who have multiple piercings in their face or places on their body where they don’t need to be.

it’s fine and all that you prefer being abused and shat on then stabbed with broken glass, but you don’t have to let us all know all the fucking time about it, dinkus.

if i see one more fat girl leading around a skinny loser guy with a collar/chain, my hair is going to set on fire and i am going to push them both in front of a taxi.

dood even smeared his red lipstick across his chin a la courtney love after he spent a good 3 minutes applying it to his stupid lips.

I HATE EVERYTHIIIIIIIIIIING RAWRARARARWR LOCK ME UP!