janemillicent

I love people watching, which I think I must have inherited from my Mum, who is great to people watch with (and will usually buy me lunch while we do it). I live in a busy inner city suburb, apparently the goth capital of Australia (among other things), so people watching here is always really great. There are a couple of people I see all the time, who have become in a weird way almost like symbols of 'home' for me. I don't actually know any of these people but I find them fascinating, and I'm almost surprised if I don't see at least one of them each time I leave the house.

But some people are one off enigmas.

Today I was at the gym staring out the window (studiously avoiding all the fucking mirrors) and there was this guy in full glam rock get up; black vinyl pants, barechest, long scarlet coat, shiny black platform fuck-me boots and a matching black and lipstick red guitar which he was holding up like a religous offering and singing to. In the middle of the afternoon, two lanes of traffic crawling past gawping at him. It was fabulous! I wold love to know where he had been (and what he was on) to be making his way home like that at 3 in the afternoon, all day I've been inventing stories about him!

There also a girl I have seen around alot lately, mainly when I'm walking to the train station. She is just the most gorgeous thing. She is smaller than me, barely 150cm tall, and sort of rounded in the way I imagine Austen heroines are, dressed in the cutest mix of goth, punk, and high fashion, topped with sweet black ringlets. She's like a walking SG cupcake. The first time I saw her I wanted ask her to come home with me and be my sylist!