Monday, May 29, 2006
The scene is in a warmly lited room. A faint light is flickering from the muted televsion set. A tired girl drapped in ragged clothes that reads "shut up bitch" sits in front of the computer and types furiously, suddenly strucked by inspiration.Tired girl: Oh i am CURSED!!! First day back at training and it RAINS!!! What a waste of pool slot!!!(You've got to do better than this. People are not going to be interested in a play that involves a whiny little girl who laments about being cursed just because she has been under the weather, literally - oh and save for this use of such a cliche!)Tired girl: Well...there really is nothing much to talk about these days is there?(People are going to laugh at your feeble attempt at sophistication! Stop embarassing yourself!)Tired girl: ...(Think! Think! There has got to be something interesting to talk about!!!)Tired girl: I think Harry Potter is a fantastic series! Can't believe i picked it up so late!(*yawns*)Tired girl: ...Lost. Aimless.
she spoke at
12:05 AM