I work in the heart of Westmount.
I walk ten minutes in and ten minutes out everyday. I am not a freak, I am not crazy looking, I don't look tough, dangerous or scary, but i get glared at daily. I get the confused look-up-and-down, sneered at like I'm some invader there to rob their homes and rape their women.
That said, it gives me DISTINCT pleasure to walk around with my big giant sunglasses and a bloody patch on my arm where they put the needle in to take out a bag of my blood. Not a single one of them could be bothered to take an hour and donate something so simple. Nope, that's a job for the kid they treat like a criminal. Take THAT Dr. Molson, Phd.
Just so you know, Zak is my hair hero. Maybe just my hero, generally. Sexy awesome haircut X10. She's like a shadowy vigilante of hair justice. New profile picture as soon as I find my camera cables. Hooray for no-more-mullet day!
I bought a big bottle of gin on the way home from the donor clinic. The way I see it, 10 percent less blood means 10 percent more drunken fun. I think I'm going to sit out on my porch, shaking martinis and watching the rain. If anybody wants to join me, call 514.481.2849, yo.
On the stereo: "The Professional" by Sleater-Kinney (heart!)
Today is Frankie Avalon, for some reason.
I walk ten minutes in and ten minutes out everyday. I am not a freak, I am not crazy looking, I don't look tough, dangerous or scary, but i get glared at daily. I get the confused look-up-and-down, sneered at like I'm some invader there to rob their homes and rape their women.
That said, it gives me DISTINCT pleasure to walk around with my big giant sunglasses and a bloody patch on my arm where they put the needle in to take out a bag of my blood. Not a single one of them could be bothered to take an hour and donate something so simple. Nope, that's a job for the kid they treat like a criminal. Take THAT Dr. Molson, Phd.
Just so you know, Zak is my hair hero. Maybe just my hero, generally. Sexy awesome haircut X10. She's like a shadowy vigilante of hair justice. New profile picture as soon as I find my camera cables. Hooray for no-more-mullet day!
I bought a big bottle of gin on the way home from the donor clinic. The way I see it, 10 percent less blood means 10 percent more drunken fun. I think I'm going to sit out on my porch, shaking martinis and watching the rain. If anybody wants to join me, call 514.481.2849, yo.
On the stereo: "The Professional" by Sleater-Kinney (heart!)
Today is Frankie Avalon, for some reason.
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People who read my comment in this journal be aware that Mr.peeled looks mighty dangerous in person... with his ex curly hair (or semi straight hair... depending) and frequenting hair specialists like Zak (who, might I say adds to the suspiciousness of Mr.peeled)
The first time I saw him, I tought that indeed he looked like some invader who could rob my home and rape my women.!!!
BEWARE OF THE PEELED!
(I feel like that sooooooo often....)
PsychoKnowsWhatYou'reTalkingAbout
how did your night go? if i hadn't had plans, i'd definetly have joined you. you'll have to drop by sometime, cause i've got plenty of gin.
i forgot what part of dg you said you lived in...