Sitting on the train last night, a tall, posey guy in nice jeans was leaning his jutted pelvis too close to my face (to achieve maximum posure). He was also canoodling his teeeny, skinny girlfriend whose royal-blue legging-clad legs were swimming in her tall, slouchy boots. With dissheveled, stringy hair she looked like a drama geek that grew up to be "hot" according to hipsters. I note a pair of wedding bands. More canoodling. More crotches close to my face. More posing.
I think, "I bet SHE has an iPhone. Bitch...
Yeah, but she also has an eating disorder and a gay husband."
That was, literally, word-for-word my thought process. What is WRONG with me?
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The truth is never nice, but damn it feels good when you say it! KEEPING IT REAL!!!!! ALWAYS ALL THE TIME!
~ Semtastic ~
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