"Oh yeah, poof up that hair a little more girl, grasp that eighties look, work it, work it!" One last look at the mirror... "Big earrings... check. Bright eye shadow... dazzling! Little cleavage... scandalous. Foo Foo Juice... oh, I almost forgot!" I spritz myself twice with my tantalizingly scrumptious perfumé and TA DA!! "Let's go kick some honey buns!" Yup... got a little "Mulan," the movie going on.
"Let's strut this joint shall we?" My walk's gotta have a spring to it. Skip enough and that mane of mine gets that rhythm that POPS. "Bounce curls, BOUNCE! Yeah.. you too bubble butt, do a little hick-up for mommy. Girls!!! You better not get lazy on me... perky and playful! Gotta shine up this gloom." I sashay my way to class, sit front and center at the end of the table, give my lips a taste of that liquid morning gold: Grande toffee nut, caramel, soy latte. "SUGAR! Go through my veins. Explode orgasmically into my brain. FEED ME! ENERGIZE ME! Give it to me baby, uh huh uh huh!"
"Oh!" By the way. "Good Morning Kat! Good Morning Richard! Good Morning..." I tap my foot through the timed session and glaze my eyes over on behalf of saving battery. ZIP! "Bye, Bye stuffy cage, hellllllooooo freshly baked fun! Well, for thirty minutes..." I grab my extravagant lunch and high-tail it to secretary life.
Tick Tock. Tick Tock. "Arts and Sciences, this is Kayla, how may I help you?" My fingers find the volume on the radio, "Girl's just wanna have fuu-uun! Now we're talkin!" File, File, head bob. Copy, Copy, spin. Sign, Sign, Shake! Ring, Ring, "On my FINGER! HAHA!" I open the front door and plunge head first into the enticing crowd. "Let's get out of here... where you taking mother... ice ice baby... Yeah It's too cold."
As my chattering comes to an end, my tummy growls. Round the cafeteria food; dull, dreary... oh but what lovely cookies. Pace myself, look for opportunities... and who might that be in front of me? "Oh yes, Richard's gonna get it." I tip toe behind him while he's twaddling in line. One. Two. THREE! Squeeze both sides! CURPLAT!!!
"Oh Shit."
Noodles paint the carpet and Richard adorns a rather bewildering stare.
"Oh Poo... I'll clean it up."
The UC is stifling. A spoon clanks against its plate. Snicker, Snicker, get my pink face on. Point, Point, smile back. Joke, Joke, resume my bounce.
I think the language completely captured the sporadic lifestyle. I liked how quickly it transitioned in order to show this. I also really enjoyed the honesty of viewing the self! great job!
ReplyDeletethis was a whirlwind to read. I think you hit home with getting your point across about being sporadic :D I like how you included your list checklist of things you have to have before you go out the door because everyone does it I just never thought of it like you wrote before
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