Today at lunch a boy asked me what my mum thought about the way I dressed and then said that his mum "would shit herself" if he went gothic. Then he proceeded to ask me what color he could dye his hair. We decided on green. Hahaha.

A tarty-looking lady (I mean that in a good, cutesy way- er as much as possible) working in Victoria's secret complimented my Docs today! I really didn't see that one coming.

Its a calm afternoon in the usual frantic and violent area that is my house. I'm at the highest point of the land, walking past the water tower, gazing at all the city down the hill, doing all their city like things. I spark up a cigarette, life is grand. I start walking home, past the water tower and hear little 'uns playing football. A rare sight around here.

"D'aww" I think. "How lovely"

My nice calm, serene reverie is suddenly broken by one of the little boys:

"HAW YOU! HERE, IT'S THE TRANNY!"
Other kids: "MANBOY, HAHAHAHA"
Ringleader: "HERE! EXCUSE ME! ARE YOU A BOY OR A GIRL?!"



...I was wearing a dress and everything man. Stupid East Kilbride.