people on the subway part 1
so i decided to dress nicely today. there are days when i have time in the morning to actually put a decent outfit together and actually fix myself. i do it because i can and i want to. and i happen be pretty fucking girly sometimes. im not ashamed of it. so yeah, i decided to dress nicely today. i wore my awesome velvet purple jacket. cuz i felt purple-y today.
i don't mind getting nice compliments on my outfits or the way i happen to look on certain days. it's really flattering. but then there are always those dumb fucks in the subway that try to hit on you just because they think it's smooth or romantic or some shit like that. getting hit on by some random stranger in a urine-infested subway is not romatic. getting hit on by a 40-50 year old man is not romantic. it's fucking creepy. no decent girl dreams about meeting the guy of her dreams in a dirty old subway. a guy who says the lamest shit, trying to act all cool, but instead looks like a complete jackass.
i don't know what was up, but for some reason guys were being extra pervy the last two days. it must have been the purple jacket. it must have this weird "talk to me, im purple" kind of vibe. but then again, im not going to apologize for wanting to look nice. in English class, we were talking about how girls get hit on because sometimes they wear things that seem to want that kind of attention. my male teacher basically said that was bullshit. he said guys who holler at you like that are just jackasses. plain and simple. and their hollering is just another form of sexual harassment. it's kind of like blaming a girl who got raped becaused she dressed a certain way.
i dont care how skanky you are, nobody deserves to get harassed. nobody deserves to get raped.
anyway, yeah. so ha. i dont know why i got into the topic of rape. so lemme just go back to my original point:
ALL YOU PERVES IN THE SUBWAY, KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
so today, i totally ignored this guy trying to say hi to me. i was yawning when he was trying to talk to me. perfect timing i gotta say. :P
Guy: hey...how are YOU doin?
me: *yawns and walks past him*
Guy: (to his friend) what is she, deaf? that stupid ass...
Stupid ass? you were the one checking it out, you piece of dumb shit. anyway, i was laughing at myself cuz he was trying to accuse me of being deaf to try and soothe his bruised ego. his bruised, 40-year-old ego. im sorry, that was mean. his 50-year-old ego.
and that wasnt all. daisy and i were on the subway, so while daisy and i were talking, there was another pair of these stupid motherfuckers checking daisy out. yeah, soooo subtle. try looking the other way, assholes. that way i don't have to stab your eyes out with my house keys. i dont think my landlord would like seeing eye guts and blood in the keyhole of the gate.
and oh, how i wish it ended there. but NNNOOOOOO!!! there had to be another jerk-off who decided to run his hand over my arm. yeah, real smooth. i don't care if you were curious of how velvet felt like, since all you probably wear is some cheap cotton or a suit made of burlap, JUST DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME YOU DICK!!!
*inhales*
*exhales*
anyway...
ooh, a cookie!
NEXT ENTRY: people who try to converse with you on the subway. ick.
hehehe...:D
bisous,
alexa :D