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i used to wear heels everyday. all days. always. and not heels, mother fucking platforms. giant ones. spice girl ones. everyday. now? i wear faggy flats and it fucking sucks. how stupid. dumb. im not going to wear flats anymore. fuck that. fuck it. dumb. and it sucks. cuz i live in the ghetts. and i walk to and from BART. im not going to do that in my platforms. been there. done that. it makes people think i am a prostitute. no. im not. no thank you butt fuck.  shit. this morning some dick hole started talking to me.. asked me if i like reggae. i said no. (i lied) he asked me what kind of music i like, i said rock n roll DUH.

i was wearing my almost famous coat, my ac/dc tee and my head is shaved. the idiot. he walked next to me for too long, even though i wouldnt look at him. he asked my name and i told him the truth. regretted it. stupid me. bad bad. im going to make a fake name. what should it be? i'll  tell all the turfs and barf bags when they ask me. that way when i see them later on.. and they holler my name at me i wont respond. fuckers. i want it to be a good name. but not to exciting.. otherwise they'll talk to me even more. anyways. i need to find a tattoo artist to come to my house and give me and errrrn and tori tooth tattoos. im getting mine on my elbow. anyways. i'm going to wear regular shoes to BART and just carry my butch ass camouflage back pack with my hoe shoes in it. done and done.