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| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Wednesday, January 04, 2006, 7:59:00 PM | permalink |
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And I was just minding my own business at Long John Silvers. I sat down with the meal I ordered and was about to tuck in. Nothing like a big heap of Munch munch slurp slurp. Eh? I think she came back from ordering her food. And there's an awful lot of beauty products she bought there. She's even taking them out one at a time.. Product A in left hand, Product B in right.. mix it in the correct portions and add in a dash of Chemical X - VOILA! Formule Snow Whité. She really looked like she was about to perform some earthshaking cosmetic alchemy right there with the way she was discerning between her various ingredients with those frowning eyesbrows and lashes curled up and enhanced with some brand of eyeliner probably. That's some really volatile combo you have there, I chomped on fries. What's Clinique and Biotherm and LaMer anyways? I must admit by now I was eating subconsciously and concentrating on observing. This was interesting. I looked on and dubbed over her silent actions in my head, and she would like to be ten years younger, ah to be more youthful and carefree, all those first dates with cute boys. Older men are more mature and secure.. but so predictable and boring. So.. now where are those facial masks I bought.. aha! Should I use these tonight? Or will I apply the. Its as if you can see twin lasers shooting out from her eyes, at this group of bubbling, giggling high-pitched screaming girls. And those eyes were fixed on them as they walked past and sat down, firing missles and flying bombs at these little young things, glowing and beautiful without effort. Such horrible clothes, disgustingly bright clothes, cheap ugly tinkets. I bet all of five of them clothes/accessories combined is not even worth a fraction of what I spent last Saturday shopping. At Country Road alone. And those teenage girl skirts! Exposing their legs in such a tactless manner. And this lady was subconsciously tracing the lines on her furrowed face as she looked on. I wish I could be like that again.Just as I added that caption to her wistful look betrayed, she turned, stared at me and I almost choked. In that instant I knew that she knew that I knew what she was thinking. And I could feel her infrared red eyebeams cut holes through my brains as I dived down head low right back into my meal, chanting I'm just eating my food I'm just eating my food I really am just eating my food. mew. I didn't dare to look up again until I heard the hurried noises of getting up, shopping bags ruffling against one another and footsteps trailing away. A while later a bewildered Long John Silver's employee walked about flustered looking for the person who owned a bowl of salad with extra vegetables. |
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