| Glass Carosel |
| I'm not the type of girl that fauns over a man. Nor am I the kind of a girl that would go out of her way to impress one. But when I see something I like, well... I go after it. And I wanted Isaac Hanson. This is the diary of an insane woman... well, maybe not insane. But it sure was one crazy ride! I met him quite by accident really. It was at the drug store. He dropped his wallet on the way out the door. I grabbed it up and ran out to the lot after him. He was very grateful, giving me a wide grin. I melted inside. I was hooked. He said a cheery goodbye and waved as he drove off. I stood there for a minute until I realized that I needed to get back to work. Bewildered a bit, I turned and went back to the real world. Endless hours of stocking shelves and baging preperation H for little old ladies later... Dinner with Dad. Oh joy. I really would rather not. But, since he and Loraine got married and they found out they were expecting he'd been all 'in touch with his feelings.' What ever the hell that means. I think he just feels guilty for never being there when I was a kid so now he tries to make up for it. It's not like I'm going to be jealous of the baby. I mean geez, I'm excited for them. Really! But I'm just not going to go gaga over the mediocre pesto pasta and cheap wine I knew they are going to have. Later on in the bat cave... I couldn't stop thinking about that melting smile I'd gotten in the parking lot. All through dinner, my Dad kept asking me if I felt well... he is so clueless! I excused myself early and fibbed that I had to get up early for a morning class. I'm sure they bought it. They always do. When it comes to my impending graduation, anything goes just so I can be the first one in the family to finnish college. I don't think you can count my Aunt Frances's two weeks in community college to learn how to use a computer. She did the whole course, but it's just not quite the same you know? Any way, I popped some popcorn and watched a sappy old love story on television. I never do that kind of thing... something was up. I just didn't know it yet. And a-one, and a-two, and a-three... I really don't like my job... seemed to be my mantra for every hour I spent in that dark and musty smelling old drugstore. I really shouldn't complain, it was nice of Uncle Alvin to give me the job and all... but a body can only take so much ben gay you know! It was just one of those days... you know, a stream of senior citizens whineing and being all cheapskate like. It seems that's really the core of our clientele. After all, this drug store has been in bussiness for over fifty years. I suppose some people just like familiarity. Anywho... that's beside the point... now here's the point. I was wading through the hours of my eternity of a day at work, when what to my wondering eyes should appear? No, not eight tiny reindeer... the one and only Isaac Hanson! Somehow, in a store filled with old people, he just seemed to fit in... in a rather odd sort of way. One would never know by the looks of him that he was cutting edge in the youth culture. Some things just can't be explained. I shoved Deliah out from behind the register as he was on his way up to it. "Go! Have a good lunch!" I said emphaticly, even though it was close to three in the afternoon. Oh well. Maybe he didn't notice. I smiled my best smile. Tried my best flirty eyes. Nada. I guess he didn't notice. Didn't even notice me! As he was walking away and I was sweeping up the shattered pieces of my broken heart up from off the floor... I heard him speak to someone. I looked up from my dejected slump atop the counter and saw him reaching out a hand to a tall thin brunette girl. Damnit! A girlfriend. Well why wouldn't he have one? After all he is the walking epitome of sex is he not? Well, he is to me anyway. New plan stan. Forget the faithful hottie. Find a new man. Well somebody should have told my heart that. Seems I found myself thinking of him in all his divinity all too often. I needed a way to forget him. Get my mind somewhere else. Night out with the girls! Oh yeah, I am so there! Meanwhile back at the ranch... I somehow managed to slip into my sexiest littlest blackest dress. I don't know how after I scarfed all that Ben and Jerry's smorgasboard. Anyway, this was one of those dresses that came with warning labels, you know. 'May induce heart attacks.' Yeah, that kind. And I was looking pretty snazzy if I do say so myself. My freshly dyed black mop was swept up atop my head in a sexy twist. My make up done to a tee, right down to my black lipstick and painfully placed rhinestone 'mole' a la Cindy Crawford, to my black nails with the electric blue lightning streaks. I was hot I tells ya! I grabbed my tiny rhinestone encrusted barrel purse with the chain strap that I'd woven a black leather strip through. I don't know how, but I always manage to get everything I need in that tiny thing, and it always looks fabulous! How can I resist? Exactly, I don't, that's why I took it. That and my favorite black leather boots with the chunky heels. I like to stand a bit taller, and those boots are easy to dance in. Very comfy. I took a last look in the mirror, grabbed my long black duster coat and jumped into the bat mobile. Well, I call it that. Really, it's just an old black Ford stationwagon. But hey, a girls got to have imagination right?! I stopped at Cindy's and she wasn't ready yet. Typical. I kicked ass all over the place playing playstation two with her two little brothers. Of course they are only eleven and eight, so.... But anyway, I beat them and that made me the princess of the paddle right? Anyway... She finally got her ass in gear and we left her bro's and parental units behind. Then we skipped over to Willow's house. She's got these like freaky hippy parents and stuff. I mean, she swears her parents don't do drugs... but how do you explain the vacant stares and the rice cakes? I mean really? She comes from a really big family too. I don't think any of them know just how many kids there are. They are never all there at the same time! But anywho... Willows a cool chick. Bit flighty and flakey at times, but basicly a nice girl all around. That's why we hang out with her. She's very earthy. Anyway, we grabbed her up real quick and headed on over to the campus to dislodge the rest of our traveling troupe of jesters from their dorm rooms for a much needed night on the town. It was time to blow off some steam... and for some of us, blow away some whisps of memories of things one can not have. Yup. We were going club'n. Well... we were going to do our version of it anyway. We weren't much of a wild bunch, but we did know how to have fun. Nothing dangerous, nothing earth shake'n. Just good clean, man hunt'n fun! Don't you just love our old fashioned moral fiber? |