

20 May, 2004
8:33 p.m.
Judging
Listening to: David Bowie: Rebel Rebel
Mood:
I know she wasn't being ignored on purpose because I know the people around here really well. They just didn't notice. Then the acid test, an old guy that was checking out every girl he saw and almost drooling. He was close to her, he kept on walking, he didn't see her. This was a very beautiful girl people and most likely if she had been dressed differently this old guy would've been following her around like a lost puppy.
While I was paying a couple of goth guys came around and they noticed her. For God's sake they were almost drooling. It's funny how people react to something as simple as clothing. The way you present yourself is the way people define you, they judge the book by it's cover. I'm pretty sure the girls at that store think I'm some sort of ex-satanist thanks to a joke my mom once made and their reaction to it. All this because most of my clothing is black. Yes I choose to wear lots of black but I do this because I like the way I look with it and it's one of my two favorite colors.
So far just because of my looks I've been judge as the following things:
a)Satanist
b)Druggie
c)Goth
d)Femme fatale
e)Party girl
f)Tramp
etc.
Sure I used to be a goth so that's ok but I don't believe in Satan. I don't do drugs. I am not social enough to really like to party that much. I haven't dated that many guys and I actually just want and need that special someone. I'm not interested in dating (or screwing) tons of men. People tend to get surprised because I'm shy, because I'm very quiet, because I spend most of my time at home and because I will much rather read a good book instead of going to a big party.
Kisses from your devilish but homely (hey I have a lot of facets kiddos) diva; Disco Doll






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Mexico, Jalisco, Guadalajara, Spanish, English, Female, 16-20, Writing, Music.
