Bianca
2.
Bianca sits at her PC. Her Malibu Barbie hair is pulled back ever so tightly. She sips at a glass of red wine, toying with the stem. Running her hands up and down and twisting and down. She takes notice of her phallic gestures and smiles to herself. No one else is in the house.
Books line the shelves. The home is decorated in French Country. Lots of pine & pillows w/ pom-pomed trim.
Bianca leans back and tilts her head. She listens to the actors blabbing from inside the big screen TV. She wonders for a minute if they think they are any good. Bianca shakes her head, doubting they could be that blind. She gets back to her emailing. She cc's a name. Click. And another. Hmm. She scrolls down through her address book. She adds several more. She mumbles to herself. Something about 40 people or so. Send. She leans back once again. She sighs and downs her wine, clicking the TV on behind her. She pours another glass of wine and spins around. Her legs ache. She pulls them up and hugs her thighs to her chest. Bianca has no idea what she is doing with her life.
2.
Bianca sits at her PC. Her Malibu Barbie hair is pulled back ever so tightly. She sips at a glass of red wine, toying with the stem. Running her hands up and down and twisting and down. She takes notice of her phallic gestures and smiles to herself. No one else is in the house.
Books line the shelves. The home is decorated in French Country. Lots of pine & pillows w/ pom-pomed trim.
Bianca leans back and tilts her head. She listens to the actors blabbing from inside the big screen TV. She wonders for a minute if they think they are any good. Bianca shakes her head, doubting they could be that blind. She gets back to her emailing. She cc's a name. Click. And another. Hmm. She scrolls down through her address book. She adds several more. She mumbles to herself. Something about 40 people or so. Send. She leans back once again. She sighs and downs her wine, clicking the TV on behind her. She pours another glass of wine and spins around. Her legs ache. She pulls them up and hugs her thighs to her chest. Bianca has no idea what she is doing with her life.
waiting for the next one!!
drove the "fargo" highway today. snow blew across it, sinusoidal waves of white, everything was like tripping today driving through "Siberia" as the band kept shouting. I feel like Dad cause I've done this so many times. in 24 hours I'll touch the west coast, barring any errant bitching and moaning. xo
[Edited on Mar 03, 2004 11:49PM]