So, since I have not actually written anything in quite some time, I decided to inspire myself with REALLY OLD BLOG POSTS FROM 2005. Hoping to reignite that old flame for witty/wry/writings. Enjoy.
Thursday, April 7, 2005
10:48AM - stop staring at my crotch
I was on the subway last night heading to the upper west side and some middle aged Jewish guy who's yarmulke was slightly crook't off to the left side clinging to the few wisps of comb over with a gold bobby pin kept staring at my crotch. Why or why Jewish guy were you staring at my crotch...there is nothing prominent in the area..... as I am a GIRL and do not posses a penis, shlong, cock, or any other form of DICK...(except when I take the initiative to strap one on)..So once again why are you staring and my chotch? There is no stain present on my jeans, my very real tits are displayed prominently in my tight eeyore t-shirt which by the way I stole from my 13 year old sister, so there is no way I could possibly be a trannie, queen, or cross dresser. I would definitely appreciate if you took the hint to stop staring at my lower private area when I so noticeably, angrily, and outwardly, looked directly at you and gave you the dirtiest look I have available. Which can best be described as a Keep doing what your doing buddy and I will kick your ass, followed by a few you fucking perverts, finished off with a I have no problem making a scene in public. Thankfully I scared the shit out of you when I purposely followed you off the car and into the street at a very close proximity, looking as ominous as I could in chucks, jeans, an eeyor t-shit, and carrying a pink adidas bag. Luckily you got off at the same stop and walked in the direction I was going. I am still questioning the reason you were staring at my clothed vagina (yes I did just use the word vagina). And if I see you again, I must remember to stare perversely at your non existent breasts.
Current mood: amused