Ok so i actually hit up the town when i went back home. I stood out like a sore thumb. My hometown is full of girls with long blonde hair, spray on tans, skanky bright coloured dresses, and who act dumb and jump at any attention they get from the opposite sex. And the guys... all footy jocks, with their bright tight t-shirts, who probably stand in front of the mirror longer than the girls and think they are God's gift to the opposite sex. So my night consisted of battling off guys touch my tatts (probably didn't help that i was wearing a crochet singlet!!!), being called Ruby Rose, listening to horrible house music, drinking anything and everything and chain smoking just so i could be away from the dance floors.
I am still baffled that i picked up....blame it on those gin and tonics
I am still baffled that i picked up....blame it on those gin and tonics
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dead_squishy:
imagine the looks i got going back my shitty small town with 45cm long braids, a goatee, wearing all black and with an ankle length leather jacket after 2 years in melbourne. LOL all the tough guy jock types started giving me shit till i asked them if the have a "problem" with me. he he they backed of hell quick. not that i am capable of doing anything if they had of said yes.... but the unknown is intimidating. small towns breed pack mentality.
ante:
where are you ??? come online dammit