BE NEW, BE YOU, BE BRIGHT

A real gem walked into the big Gay Starbucks in the heart of West Hollywood this morning.  The look was very happy, very I’m here look at me–I’m not a hooker, but I like to look like one in my hoochie shorts that make my asscheeks pop, pop, POP, and my pink v-neck tee that’s circa gay guetto 1992, minus the UGG boots, which I believer date back to 2004 with these oh so wrong Rainbow Brite stockings that screamed g.a.y.  Judging from the fanny pack and the neon orange backpack, I’m gonna have to say this guy is Euro, cuz Euros are known for funny footwear and club kid style backpacks.  Please tell me he’s Euro.  He HAS to be!

On the one hand, I was like: “OOooh! EMM! EFF! GEE!!!”

On the other hand, I was like, “You go, you badass ho!  You do the very best you that you can do.  Screw the bitches taking photos of you behind your back and posting them on Facebook.  You be you boo boo!

I swear, the guy walked in and people didn’t so much as flinch or do a double take from their laptops.  I’m the only one who fell out of his seat and fumbled for the camera button in my smartphone…but I’m known to have some problems with propriety.

I guess welcome to West Hollywood.

Luv,

Me