Loser Trail

I live in Randwick and my favorite chicken shop is in Randwick and if it means anything to anyone, I have every right to go shopping in my own pajamas. I can even shop in the nude if I want to.

Today, after Aarti dumped me for a lunch at Randwick 'cos she hadn't showered and she forgot her towel and her clothes at her old place, I decided to go to the chicken shop in my pajamas. Well, I put on a hoodie as well since it was a bit windy. I was also wearing dunlop khaki shoes and I was with my glasses. On the way back, some two skank whores were talking about me. How do I know? Cos they were fucking loud about it. One of them went 'the sweater.. and the pajamas.. that's just poor taste' and the other one said something and the other went 'Yeah most asians have poor fashion taste anyways'. Now, that not only made me feel like a loser but that pissed me off. Yes, I do find some asian fashion quite annoying but I would NEVER accuse them of having poor taste NOR shout out loud behind their backs about it. I swear these two skank whores have issues. The loud fucktard would have been dumped by her ex boyfriend, who would've gone for a thinner asian and the 'inaudible' cocksucker would still have a piece of some plastic dildo residues in her mouth since she could not even annunciate words well. I don't know.. it just pisses me off when people are that rude. I did feel like a loser not cos I think what they say is right but at times, no matter how confident or strong I might be, things like that remind me of my past. My high school. When I WAS a REAL loser. And to be brutally honest, I wasn't dressed properly anyways and I kinda respect their opinions but they didn't have to SHOUT IT OUT LOUD! Why did I keep walking? Cos it wasn't worth it and I would've lost being a bitch to them anyways cos I just ain't that type. Let the skank whore reign in the world of 'bitchville'.

Then, as I neared to my unit, there was this abandoned park at the right of the pavement and there was this old man with a 8 Iron and a golf ball. He was swinging it my way and at first I didn't notice what the golf stick was. If it was a 3Wood, the golf ball would've hit my face so I ducked a bit. The old man swang the stick and hit the ball and it went upwards (like an 8 iron should) only to hit the branch of a tree. Now, that was two epic fails. One.. me for ducking an invisible ball and two.. cos the old man's golf ball hits the branch.

OMGGGGGGGGG such a loser moment the whole morning...
Monday mornings are a no no.. Garfield was right...

Music: Little Birday - Come on Come on

Mood: loserish