Friday, January 07, 2005

What not...to Where?

On the Yonge line today I saw the most pitiful old Trany.
No teeth, all gummy like my Nana,
muddy brown Caucasian skin,
gray hair pulled up in a half pony, with bangs.
(Oh God Mitz if I ever get to 80 odd make me grow out my bangs .. I've seen the future and it ain't pretty!!)
Pink tye dyed tights, short vinyl coat with belted waist and faux furryness ..
platform summer wedgy sandals retro fitted with some red shoe laces that twisted up his ankles for that sexy look popular this holiday season...with gym socks...after all it IS winter.
When he applied his black eyeliner he must of got sidetracked by Breakfast Television cause he kept goin round and round and round...understandable...it is riveting TV...personally, I think he should check out Fashion Friday instead.
He was asking for Lawrence "wahwanze?" poor dear
Oh My...maybe that was his soul mate!...he lost his love so many years ago in a tragic accident and was never the same...he's searching for Larry...he's all dressed up for Larry!
and I went and sent him 7 stops north...
that's North York.. he'll never make it alone up there.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

no worries my friend, i shall ensure that you look your finest in your golden years, that is of course if i am still around myself.

as for the "poor dear".....get with the program.

zero sympathy.

10:05 AM  
Blogger The Editorialist said...

What a coincidence. That was me. Next time, say 'hi'.

10:56 AM  

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