Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Move!

She woke up feeling a bit drained today. She is not as young as she used to be she thinks. She is still unsure why she thinks of herself in the third person, but so be it. She has still not recovered from staying up late the other night finishing that damn book. She hit the snooze button but knows that today she must get her ass out of bed and challenge her old bones. She wants to be sexy again, she is newly inspired. Not so much newly inspired but she is determined. It will happen! Up and dressed she feeds the bird and the cat and then down to the treadmill. Shit she has forgotten to fill the dry cat food bowl again, along with cleaning the litter box. Everyday things to do, that must be done. Soon the cat will demand in one way or another that she pull her weight, she always does. Easy does it as she begins her climb up that mountain this morning. Thankfully for that or she would never have the courage. Thankful also for the music blaring in her buds, coloring her soul, encouraging her to move forward. She can see the future, she can taste it.

She is in it full on now, taking no fucking prisoners today, deal with it. No empathy, no sympathy. Just doing my job ma’am. Thank you, and fuck you very much she says. She is longing for the days when she can run her own life. But wait, it is all an illusion silly. She is running her life. She has chosen this. Why would anyone choose this she thinks? Because it’s a set up, until you are fed up – to quote the Madge herself. Anyway she is longing for the days when she can work out, go to voice, dance and guitar lessons. It is a fairly selfish wish she thinks, no sooner banishing that thought from her mind. No it isn’t, it is mine. She is hot now, living in the moment, full of energy, love, horny, lustful. No lily white bastard cowards here. She is doing her fucking job. She is on top of the world, living that life in her mind’s eye. Then it ends, thanks for stopping by it says, that goddamn machine. Why is she talking about the stupid machine like a person. No funny business here, and off she goes.

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