Saturday, September 16, 2006

Meaningless Miss Misanthrope

She exaggerates tripping up, skews her limbs, holds the pose, invites your eyes up her gym shorts. She doesn't remember why she signed up for this stupid class. She's hoping for something co-ed in the pool next round. She's been lying on the floor with her legs spread for a few seconds now. She starts to sit up, carries out a blonde flip, grins and flutters eyelashes. Her eyes shift to her own reflection in the dance room mirrors, and I've got her game all figured out.

She kicked her friend between the legs during basketball - no intent, pure airheadedness. They both stormed out of the game.

4 Comments:

Anonymous ANN!E said...

People like that, it's not too hard to figure out. It's they why's that you want to know.

September 17, 2006 11:30 AM  
Anonymous Alison said...

Aren't you ever worried she'll find your blog?

September 17, 2006 2:33 PM  
Blogger The Great Blue Donkey said...

dude, you cares its a blog. You have your own right to expression. Anyway anna, go to homecoming, cuz ill be there (most likely)

September 18, 2006 4:48 PM  
Blogger The Great Blue Donkey said...

damn it, I cant type who* in the first line

September 18, 2006 4:49 PM  

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