she did strike me as a sort of post modern LH the way she just brazenly kept announcing apros pos of nothing "Im a hooker!". she would say something completely random "jeannine and steffi are freezing outside" and then tag onto it "and IM a hooker!". there was no manipulative steering of the conversation onto the subject that made your charitability in listening to her at all feel exploited: just straight to the point with what she wanted--needed--you to know: "im a hooker!"Maybe LH is in your supermarket in a cunning wig and disguise and thought she’d fool you by doing a really meta mise-en-scene interpretation of herself as seen through your eyes, just for you
Anything is possible, in the world of a schizophrenic mind.theres this schizophrenic customer who comes into my work who is generally a bit of an asshole/jackass (and who also once peed on our floor and tried to blame it on her cat), who lately must have gone off her meds because she's gone full mental now. she interrupted me in dealing with a customer to tell me again and again "im a hooker". when i told her i was busy and would help her in a minute she said "dont you care that im a hooker?". i was like "no". and she was like "yeah, i can tell you dont" and stomped off. then she told my other coworker that she had a nice ass. i burst out laughing when i heard that because of the parallel between her unmedicated behaviour and a certain schizophrenic of solo who also likes to tell people truthfully or not that she's a sex worker ad nauseum and to inappropriately comment on peoples asses. i wonder if that's a schizophrenia thing? can anyone confirm?
This is the version of Suedehead I heard yesterday.
Husband thinks it’s “pleasant”. We can’t be together anymore.