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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Friday, October 28, 2011 || 1:42 AM
Today, I saw that one woman on the train. You know the one I'm talking about. Middle aged white woman with chin length brown hair. It's more frizzy than curly and she wears it out with a part down the middle. Her wardrobe is quite interesting, to say the least. She looks like she shops at Marshalls but her clothes are slightly mismatched, as if she noticed that that's what the kids are doing these days and decided to make one last attempt to hold on to her youth. She's wearing thick brown leggings, a knee length button-down green sweater dress and a white raincoat with big red polka dots. And combat boots, of course. Because her kids told her that combat boots are badass and she saw the singer that her daughter practically worships in a magazine wearing combat boots. So maybe if she wears combat boots, her daughter will see how cool she is and go back to the days when she worshipped the ground her mother walked on. Or maybe not.That woman, the one on the train, she looks tired, as if her entire life has been Monday through Thursday and she just can't wait for the weekend to get here. I don't know her story, just that she has one. P.S.- Writer's block is a bitch. Hopefully I'll have some interesting/relevant story for you soon. Labels: babble and rant, in real life |