The worst day of the week is, and always has been, Thursday.
Yesterday was a fucked as a 2 dollar whore in Kings Cross.
I woke up after having 45 minutes of shut eye, to get on a bus to go to Bankstown just to see my friends Precious and Sheri.
I get to the fucking stinkhole that is Blacktown RIGHT on time, nobody is there. I go outside the station to see if they're just outside, but no.
So while I'm waiting (turns out to be over an hour) this dirty nigger asks me for a light, I politely give it to him..but he just holds it after he's lit up and then 20 years later gives it back, but he holds it right there in my hand while i'm trying to get it in my bag and he just looks at me with those big googly eyes. Fucking creep.
So then after this, he just asks me about my day, if I'm waiting for anyone and if I want to sit and have a coffee with him. All the while I'm being polite, keeping the boiling anger inside of me.
He then asks for my number and I politely refuse, then he asks if he can give me his number and I refuse again. He persists again and I tell him I'm a lesbian and storm off.
Then the ticket machine chewed my ticket, and I had to buy a $5.20 ticket home because the cunt faced ticket seller didn't believe my concession card that was stamped and dated.
Then after spending like, 20 minutes with Jessica at the square, I go home on the bus by myself.
I get a call from Lauren and she's bawling her eyes out..she told me that Seth killed himself.
So there I was on a bus full of people, crying my eyes out as silently as I can (I must've sounded like a hyperventilating asthmatic running as fast as one could having sex)
Then I went to MJ's for dinner..it was nice, but almost impossible to stop myself from bursting into tears.
So there goes the shittiest day of the year.
I woke up after having 45 minutes of shut eye, to get on a bus to go to Bankstown just to see my friends Precious and Sheri.
I get to the fucking stinkhole that is Blacktown RIGHT on time, nobody is there. I go outside the station to see if they're just outside, but no.
So while I'm waiting (turns out to be over an hour) this dirty nigger asks me for a light, I politely give it to him..but he just holds it after he's lit up and then 20 years later gives it back, but he holds it right there in my hand while i'm trying to get it in my bag and he just looks at me with those big googly eyes. Fucking creep.
So then after this, he just asks me about my day, if I'm waiting for anyone and if I want to sit and have a coffee with him. All the while I'm being polite, keeping the boiling anger inside of me.
He then asks for my number and I politely refuse, then he asks if he can give me his number and I refuse again. He persists again and I tell him I'm a lesbian and storm off.
Then the ticket machine chewed my ticket, and I had to buy a $5.20 ticket home because the cunt faced ticket seller didn't believe my concession card that was stamped and dated.
Then after spending like, 20 minutes with Jessica at the square, I go home on the bus by myself.
I get a call from Lauren and she's bawling her eyes out..she told me that Seth killed himself.
So there I was on a bus full of people, crying my eyes out as silently as I can (I must've sounded like a hyperventilating asthmatic running as fast as one could having sex)
Then I went to MJ's for dinner..it was nice, but almost impossible to stop myself from bursting into tears.
So there goes the shittiest day of the year.