I really do wish that I was the only person on the bus beside this girl, I would have definitely taken a photo. But let me paint you a picture instead..
A girl with shortish hair, say shoulder length, odd brownish-red colour, very thin and straight, awkwardly pulled into a daggy ponytail thing. She's thin, not that you can tell under that gross old navy pilly jumper that she's wearing.. Jay-jay's maybe? One of those ones that everyone wore to school camp in year 6. Teamed up with fouullll low-quality denim skinnies, that don't suit her because she has no shape, she just looks.. wrong. I don't care for her already but then, alas, she pulls out of the pink Billabong backpack that she's had since year 7 (with of course the regular "NICK LUVS YU" and "KATIEZ A LUZER" biro graff..) A FUCKING IPHONE. THE VERY SAME IPHONE THAT I DON'T HAVE. She begins writing a message to her friend and I can't help but oggle and drool over her shoulder..
"I'm not even in town anymore skankrag LOL wat r u doin 2nite?"
My jaw literally drops to the ground.
R?
U?
2NITE?!
Skankrag is slowly becoming a regular conjugation in my daily text conversation, but to pass it off with a LOL as if it is a novelty phrase?!
THIS GIRL DOES NOT DESERVE AN IPHONE.
And as she steps off the bus, she stumbles on her joggers down the stairs.
Fuck life.
***EDIT***
Me: Seriously, how can she have an iPhone and I don't?
Mum: Maybe she sold drugs.
Me: Maybe she sold her style..
Mum: Temika don't be horrible. You haven't washed your hair in days.
Me: I'm saving water.
Mum: There are other ways, Temika. Like by not washing up a fork by running it under hot water until the dirt comes off?
Me: Mum. This conversation is over. Unless you want to buy me an iPhone. Then you may continue with your jibble jabble of fork talk.
Mum: Walks away.
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