Ugly

Do you remember the woman I was recently wishing death upon? Well, today she came into work dressed in a short denim skirt with a hot-pink top and either a wig or one of those horse-hair ponytail extensions all of the poor people are just nuts for. Her black boots were cut just low enough to reveal the highly stylized tattoo on her right calf (it looked to me like a horseshoe crab, and who knows? Perhaps the Limulus limulus is her personal spirit guide or some such shit). Her make-up was thickly applied (of course) and not complimentary of either her skin tone or any of the colors she was wearing. All in all, she looked like a two-dollar tranny hooker. Now, I have seen some hootchie skanks in my lifetime, but this outfit put her in the top three (the other two are the woman who sold me my house and this crackwhore wearing a baby doll nightie I saw in Minneaplois). If she continues to dress this way, I will retract my death wish. After all, I am never one to turn down an opportunity to belittle someone based on their appearance.