Just-Legal
Goth Flufflet
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- Feb 24, 2001
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So, where I'm living at the moment has a nice little square out the front, bit of grass, the odd sapling and a couple of benches on a paved section. It's been rather sunny today and I didn't want to stay indoors so I camped myself on one of the benches with a pack of cigarettes, coffee and a good book (Pratchett - Going Postal). In deference to the day I sacrificed my usual jeans for a black gypsy skirt and black t-shirt, nice sunglasses, and black wedge sandals.
Been sat there about an hour minding my own buisness when the next-door-but-one neighbours come out to go shopping or something, and I overhear,
"Is that her from number [x] on the bench?"
"Err... I think so."
"My god. A Goth in daylight. I thought she only went out at night."
It just tickled me, and as soon as I heard them drive off I spent a good ten minutes creased up laughing.
Funny thing is, I'm here that little at the moment the only time anyone sees me is when I'm heading to the pub >.<
Been sat there about an hour minding my own buisness when the next-door-but-one neighbours come out to go shopping or something, and I overhear,
"Is that her from number [x] on the bench?"
"Err... I think so."
"My god. A Goth in daylight. I thought she only went out at night."
It just tickled me, and as soon as I heard them drive off I spent a good ten minutes creased up laughing.
Funny thing is, I'm here that little at the moment the only time anyone sees me is when I'm heading to the pub >.<