Shittiest. Day. Ever. OK, not ever, but shittiest one in a very long time.
The highlight of my day: A Typical Berkeley Street hippie stopped me for a cigarette. It seemed to me like the guy she was with wanted one too, but he said "Nope. I just wanted to tell you that you're very pretty. I think you're very very pretty. And that's all I wanted to say."
Now, that is classy. No "Hey baby!". No "Why don't you come home with a REAL man?". No lip licking or pelvic thrusts or random ass-grabbing, and he was so sweet and guileless about it, that if he'd been less dirty, I might have leaned over and given him a little kiss.
Posted by laura at July 10, 2002 06:05 PMSee, now that's class. Were I a homeless hippie type, that's the kind I would be. Classy, not lewd and lame
Posted by: RepliConan on September 1, 2002 12:33 AM I think you're purty, too. And I shower.
*waits to get humped by the Chewtoy*
:)
Whenever I get hooted at, I wave and smile. Because it's kind of like a compliment! I have a friend who never gets cat-called and she's really wondering what's wrong with her. If you ask me, it might be her outfit. She's kind of... well, missing a huge chunk of her Fashion Brain. Yes, that and plus she has bad posture and she walks funny. I am not sure if she's depressed because she doesn't get cat-called, come to think of it, or if she doesn't get cat-called because she's depressed. And what the fuck is up with that fucking George Bush, anyway? Fucking asshole.
Posted by: Talula McPeach on September 1, 2002 12:34 AM