Tiffany

Cheerleader (the behind scenes)
2002-06-22 07:23:19 (UTC)

Daddy

Dad. Father.
Remember him?

He's the threepiece suit, the nocturnal creature who always
vanished in the early morning and only reappeared at night.

Habits included putting out the garbage, untangling the
pool sweep and occasionally locking himself in the guinea
pig cage. He was the recipient of all those strange
envelopes with cellophane windows.

Volcabulary consisted of
"NO!" "This is my house" and "who do you think pays
the
bills around here?!"

Got him now? Good. Hes my problem.

I suppose starting off i should probably do a little
introduction, but god those are boring. SO instead you
can pick it all up as i go.

Today i went to dance, sprouted my legs all over the place
till i felt like a born again virgin after sex, and jogged
home calculating how many centimeters my butt flab flew with
every stride.

Getting home i had a missed call on my super-flashy-colored-
pink&purple-cell-phone from Andy. Just the thought of
talking to him again is enough excuse for a much needed
ciggy and coffee. So i called amber and had a shower.

45 minutes later, at a uptown cafe - Amber dragged on about
mitch while i sucked back nearly 1/2 a pack of dun hills
with a skinny - extra chocolatey hot chocolate .
( contradiction i know, but at least it seems like im
putting in effort)

I made Amber realize she didnt have it all that bad that
her boyfriend had the mentality of a 12 year old and the
body of vin diesel - i told her to use it to her own
advantage - have sex than read a book.

Another thing i realized, im not into the deadline thing -
two exams tomorrow and all i can find in my school bag is
avon pamphlets, uncashed cheques, lollies covered in fluff,
condoms, emergency meds, bus tickets, 3 different loser
numbers and 2 unpaid parking fines. SO unprepared.




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