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_________________ 2 11 pm pdt [ grid girls ] I have found myself finely nestled in a weekend tradition. I am perched on the couch with Matthew's laptop warming my lap. Starbucks coffees have been passed out. Krispy Kreme Doughnuts [sic] have been consumed. And the Tivo has recorded and is now faithfully playing back the last Formula One of the season. I admired the traditional Malaysian garb worn by the "grid girls" but now my eyes are the only pair not glued to the screen. A silence has befallen the room, occasionally pierced by the wail of the only other female, as she screams in hopes that it will help Mika Häkkinen will. I like the Doppler wail of the cars as the whiz by the mikes. The view outside is releaving the windiest weather I can remember, and I am hoping that the fires that have broken out here will be contained with minimal damage. Fire can be scary, but I've grown up with it. My mom was overdue with me when we had one of the biggest fires in my neighborhood. I remember the first fire we were told we would have to evacuate for. I packed my Hollo Kitty purse and my three favorite Barbies (the astronaut Barbie, the working Barbie with reversable clothes to go out dancing at night, and my tropical Skipper). Speaking of which, I just loved the idea of reversible clothes when I was little. I'm sure I still do. I think there is quite a large market for reversible clothes. I would buy 'em. I want some adult sized, adult style reversible clothes. I don't mean a jacket with two patterns. I mean the Barbie style conservative work skirt which reverses to the sexy fluffy frilly nonsense. Oh yes, I see quite the market for this... |
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