Last night I was walking on 2nd Ave in a semi-tipsy state with my friends Natalie and Christina to get to the subway. We walked past a bodega where a couple of illegal immigrants stood and starred at us as we walked past, saying something to us as we passed that I can't translate because I don't care about the Spanish language. Natalie started to run ahead, freaking out. A few feet later we walked past a bar where a handsome man in his mid 20's stood, leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. He overheard Natalie say "creepy assholes" and he stood there and said in a drunken slur "hairy assholes" and he chuckled. He had an accent. A European accent. A British accent. Kryptonite.
We laughed at him and kept walking. When we got to cross the street I thought to myself "I should have just gone up to him and been like 'Nice accent, let's fuck'".
I can't believe this is really the girl I've let myself become.
I can't believe I (sometimes) enjoy being this girl.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Posted by she's a red star at 11:49 PM
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2 comments:
this was a lot of fun. remember when we listened to this with the computer voice?
chelsea -- don't you remember that bloke from liverpool who you had to have a go with?
wasn't quite the best decision, was it, in the end?
hope all is well.
-brother bernard.
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