She was the pariah of Society; polite or otherwise; the scourge of the Junior League. Her clothes came from thrift stores; her attitude came from movies. Friends entered and exited her life; the spotlight of celebrity flashed and went out. She could bedazzle a roomful of strangers, but could not hold an intelligent conversation. She walked as though she had bricks suspended from her nipples; sat and her nipples disappeared into her lap. She was stupid enough to think she was smarter than whomever came within speaking distance and she was not smart enough to know she was stupid. Poor thing.
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 20:08:48 +0000
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