Diva
04-10-02, 07:02PM
It's A Lovely Day In Th... *Ah Shadddup!*
Oh man! 3AM is just way too late for bed. I'm sleeping some mo... Wait. The guy's on. Where'd the chick DJ go? *rolls over*. Shit! I'm an hour late! Argh! *Scrambles out of bed, entagled in sheets.* Slam! Damn wall! Okay. I can handle this. *Puts left contact in... right eye* Shit! *Phone rings* 'Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. "Well, then, I'd best let you g..." Okay. *Hangs up* Did I say goodbye? Shit. Hallmark's gonna own my ass after this PMS week from hell. Okay. Deep breath. *Puts on mascara. 'Glob'* What the... It's brand new! *Wipes away* Oh great. I look like a crack ho. *Runs to sink... washing, washing... Looks up. Nope. Smearing. Waterproof.* Argh! Let's try this again. Okay. The mascara's a little heaver than I like. Who am I kidding. It looks like spiders are crawling out of my eyes. Huh? What am I going through the DT's or something? I hardly even drink! Of course that's better than talking to yourself. Sigh. *Grabs hair clip* Damn it! How can I have a bad hair day? It's one length to my ass. Shit. Fuck it. Hmmm. Sure glad iI didn't start that 'Swear Jar'. I'd be a millionaire by now. *Grabs lipstick* Hmmm. I always thought the Bette Davis look was underrated. You know from 'Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?' *Wiping* *Walks out, trips over cat, slams into wall...again* Shit. I'm sorry Luigi. My neighbors are gonna think I'm being abducted. Either that or I'm getting them back for the other night's 'Power-Fuck'. Oh yeah, that's right. *Slams bedroom door* Almost done. *Puts on dress... backwards and inside out. AND tries to push head through sleeve* Oh man, I need some coffee. Or just to go back to be... Shit. The preggo's going to the doctor today. I'm gonna be the only person there! *Whimpers*
Oh man! 3AM is just way too late for bed. I'm sleeping some mo... Wait. The guy's on. Where'd the chick DJ go? *rolls over*. Shit! I'm an hour late! Argh! *Scrambles out of bed, entagled in sheets.* Slam! Damn wall! Okay. I can handle this. *Puts left contact in... right eye* Shit! *Phone rings* 'Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. "Well, then, I'd best let you g..." Okay. *Hangs up* Did I say goodbye? Shit. Hallmark's gonna own my ass after this PMS week from hell. Okay. Deep breath. *Puts on mascara. 'Glob'* What the... It's brand new! *Wipes away* Oh great. I look like a crack ho. *Runs to sink... washing, washing... Looks up. Nope. Smearing. Waterproof.* Argh! Let's try this again. Okay. The mascara's a little heaver than I like. Who am I kidding. It looks like spiders are crawling out of my eyes. Huh? What am I going through the DT's or something? I hardly even drink! Of course that's better than talking to yourself. Sigh. *Grabs hair clip* Damn it! How can I have a bad hair day? It's one length to my ass. Shit. Fuck it. Hmmm. Sure glad iI didn't start that 'Swear Jar'. I'd be a millionaire by now. *Grabs lipstick* Hmmm. I always thought the Bette Davis look was underrated. You know from 'Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?' *Wiping* *Walks out, trips over cat, slams into wall...again* Shit. I'm sorry Luigi. My neighbors are gonna think I'm being abducted. Either that or I'm getting them back for the other night's 'Power-Fuck'. Oh yeah, that's right. *Slams bedroom door* Almost done. *Puts on dress... backwards and inside out. AND tries to push head through sleeve* Oh man, I need some coffee. Or just to go back to be... Shit. The preggo's going to the doctor today. I'm gonna be the only person there! *Whimpers*