some girl's life
October 16, 2003 � 3:30 p.m.
First Entry Today
�When I say who's the master...you say 'Sho'Nuff'"
Prologue-
This is the story of a girl...a poor, pathetic, lonely girl that doesn't have a life less ordinary, but one unambiguous and mundane.
So it begins...
Yesterday she woke up and by complete accident, she found and put on her favorite sweater and trotted on along to work late as usual...engorged veins popping from her temples as she swerved through the throngs of idiotic drivers that made her even later than she would have been from her own diva prowess (CP time).
Who's the master?
Work, of course, sucked rank ass as she had to sit in front of her computer inhaling dust, mildew, and spores all day...hacking up a lung every two damn minutes because she's catching some co-worker's cold AGAIN because there isn't any fucking ventilation in Nuthouse123 and no one knows how to cover their fucking mouths when they sneeze or cough so there's fucking germs constantly floating around the office on the dusty ass air.
Who's the master?
Her only escape is reading others' lives and being totally engulfed by their cleverness, wit, intelligence and poetic grace and beauty while her own literary litanies are boring and confusing in their language and follow through, but she still had the nerve to have banners plastered to harass her fellow writers to come to read and critique her bullshit work because she still harbors the hope of becoming a writer one day (though at 27, she should at least have some skills by now, don't you think?)
She found that she liked the attention her banners brought (because skill alone wasn't enough to drawn attention...except for the few who pitied her in her attempts at literary notoriety, whom she loves very, very much) and her new mission is to be an attention whore and flood the world with her cheap ass, nonsensical banners that beckon all to come and see and pity her pathetic ass and give her lilt less existence some substance.
All will love her and despair!!
Who's the master?
She then drove home, damn near having a coronary from the expansion of her road rage and the asshole drivers that find it prudent to cut her off...never realizing that a crazy bitch is behind the wheel and one day she WILL have that paint gun she's saving up for and they will all be sorry then...so, so sorry then, yes!!!
Anyway...
She got home and laid around the house in her underwear, marveling at how good her skin smelt from the unknown perfume on her sweater (perfume from the last time she had worn the sweater like 7 months ago but still smelled so, so good because she's a diva like that and she always smells fucking awesome to make up for her mediocre looks and empty change purse). So she laid there scarfing down mozzarella sticks and flicking trough the beat ass cable channels that she pays a fortune for (but hardly ever have anything good on) while smelling herself and giving herself mental compliments like "Damn, I smell so good!� until she stumbled across one of her favorite movies, The Last Dragon. The Last Dragon, as she finally found out last night, was a really corny, suck ass movie that made no sense at all. It has an evil black shogun in Harlem that is supposedly a "master" of martial arts that walks around with a red martial arts outfit, run over black converse sneakers, and a yellow basketball jersey. Opposite him is the scrumptious hero, a Bruce Lee wanna-be that is on a quest to obtain "the glow". It also stars Vanity (oh my God...could she suck any MORE at acting?!?!) and a bunch of nobodies that no one ever saw again in another movie. Personally, I think the only reason why the movie was seen at all was because of the gorgeous Taimak (the hero), who had appeared in all of the teen mags half naked to promote the movie.
You gotta fucking love the 80's, eh?
Generation X'ers Unite!!!!
Around 2AM, she contemplates calling her fuck buddy, but then changes her mind because her place was a wreck. She then begins to clean her apartment at 2AM in her underwear and her deliciously aromatic cleavage bobbed all around as she waltzed to Mozart from room to room with her dust mop, to be scared shitless by her brother that appeared at the top of the steps and blurted out "What the fuck?!!?" at seeing his half naked sister dancing around the place with a dust mop.
Her night complete, she slinks her embarrassed ass to her bedroom and shuts the door to drown out her brother's laughter and taunting. She plops down on her rickety ass bed, pushes her breasts up under her chin (because yo, she just smells that fucking good!!) and contemplates her need for some alone time as her fingers tap dance across her thighs while she hums the song "The Glow" from the movie and fantasizes about the pictures from her youth that what's-his-face had taken to pimp his wack ass movie.
Apparently, her body just wasn't "in the mood", so she choked down a cigarette (her lungs closing up from the smoke and the damn mucous from the fucking cold she's catching), turned over and tried to fall into her deluded dreams of grandeur with her unattainable fuck buddy.
Who's the master?
"I am." she whispers to the invisible echo from the shogun in the movie before totally acquiescing herself to Morpheus so he can escort her into dreams.
This is her life. It's not pretty or exciting or fulfilling, but it's hers...it's the only one she got...and she's doing her damndest to make the most of it.
The End.
Epilogue-
She wore the sweater to work again today because it just smells so FUCKING GOOD!!!
Please note that this is a purely fictional story and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is completely coincidental. In other words, it's not about me, I swear it's not, and anyone that thinks otherwise can kiss my ass!!