Don't mind me if I am very non-social lately. I don't even feel like leaving my house, but the LAST SLITCH show is tonight, so, maybe I'll have to save hibernation for tomorrow. I'm just a little down on myself. I think and hope I'll get over it soon. In fact, I thought I may be when I woke up, but it seems I'm not. I'm unnecessarily sensitive. I take things too much to heart. I shouldn't let it bother me. Why care about the opinions of people you don't care about? I just don't know why people have to go out of their way to be mean to strangers. I still haven't worn one of my favourite skirts since a day on Spring Garden Road. I know it's not "in style" anymore, but I never really cared, until now.

I feel like I'm in high school again, and high school was terrible for me.

addition from my original comment boxes: (This is how I looked one night when I was insulted by an old man who wanted some young tail from the Liquor Dome. See, I was trying to look skanky because the Attic was part of the Dome. The make-up's a little Courtney Love, but I did it in the dark, and it glitters. The thing that scares me about this photo is that I'm NOT wearing any tights or pantyhose, but my legs look like corpse legs.)