stoopid pervs.
So I'm in my back yard, having my morning coffee + cigarette. I'm wearing a beat up men's sweatshirt that's about 5 sizes too big on me, dirty ol' sweatpants, no make up, huge bags under my eyes, and my hair is all kinds of messy. I do not look attractive AT ALL right now, yet this fucking construction worker feels the need to stand on his ladder and stare at me the entire time.
What the hell?
Perhaps he was staring at me BECAUSE I look gross?
Stupid perverts. I dont need you blantantly staring at me like some kind of creep when all I want to do is be alone in my own damn backyward. Grrrrrrrrr!
What the hell?
Perhaps he was staring at me BECAUSE I look gross?
Stupid perverts. I dont need you blantantly staring at me like some kind of creep when all I want to do is be alone in my own damn backyward. Grrrrrrrrr!