Migrain is finally gone and all is good and well inside the head of our famous, little character Frances. Chilling to some Duke Ellington she smiles and wonders about that person who she wonders about when she wonders. Or about wondering about wondering, one or the other or both. Apart from the ocassionally reply from MSN buddies she is undisturbed. Reading though her resume again, seeing if she should add more or take somethings out. Laughing at the fact she had to put her gender because of her name, she coasts through the rest and places it down.
"Those Bakers Delight people better love me, if not I shall become a Brumby's gal and there shall be a baker's war in which I throw my first attempt of bread at their heads." she thinks to herself. "Then no one will be able to stop the rath of ME! moohahaha!"
Focusing off her world domination plan she continues to wonder about that person she wonders about when she wonders. Or about how stupid she was to give Pete her answers as Alex is in a bad situation without any at all.
"Great! Why do I always help the annoying ones and let my friends down" she proclaims annoyed at herself. "If I hadn't had a migraine I would of been able to get the questions back off Pete and give them to Alex. DAMN YOU MIGRAINS" she cries shaking fist in the air. She cools herself down by turning up Ella Fitzgerald's and Louis Armstrong's 'Let's Call the Whole Thing Off' and she starts to sing...
"So if you like pyjamas and I like pyjahmas,
I'll wear pyjamas and give up pyajahmas, For we know we need each other so we, Better call the whole thing off, Let's call the whole thing off."
She breathes a sigh of releif and continues to wonder about that person she wonders about when she wonders. Or at her terrible history outcome. How could it come to this? A fail? Frances Hatcher of B plus ville? The one given the highest expectations as if she would succeed? No wonder why she always lets people down. She remembers a time when this was not so. She was a bossy, arrogant, stuck up, know-it-all, little grade 4er who treated her friends like second grade poop. She runs her fingers through her hair and sighs again.
"Guess I'll never know" she says, quite out of the subject. Maybe she was wondering about that person she wonders about when she wonders after all.
"Those Bakers Delight people better love me, if not I shall become a Brumby's gal and there shall be a baker's war in which I throw my first attempt of bread at their heads." she thinks to herself. "Then no one will be able to stop the rath of ME! moohahaha!"
Focusing off her world domination plan she continues to wonder about that person she wonders about when she wonders. Or about how stupid she was to give Pete her answers as Alex is in a bad situation without any at all.
"Great! Why do I always help the annoying ones and let my friends down" she proclaims annoyed at herself. "If I hadn't had a migraine I would of been able to get the questions back off Pete and give them to Alex. DAMN YOU MIGRAINS" she cries shaking fist in the air. She cools herself down by turning up Ella Fitzgerald's and Louis Armstrong's 'Let's Call the Whole Thing Off' and she starts to sing...
"So if you like pyjamas and I like pyjahmas,
I'll wear pyjamas and give up pyajahmas, For we know we need each other so we, Better call the whole thing off, Let's call the whole thing off."
She breathes a sigh of releif and continues to wonder about that person she wonders about when she wonders. Or at her terrible history outcome. How could it come to this? A fail? Frances Hatcher of B plus ville? The one given the highest expectations as if she would succeed? No wonder why she always lets people down. She remembers a time when this was not so. She was a bossy, arrogant, stuck up, know-it-all, little grade 4er who treated her friends like second grade poop. She runs her fingers through her hair and sighs again.
"Guess I'll never know" she says, quite out of the subject. Maybe she was wondering about that person she wonders about when she wonders after all.
posted by Frances bo bancess at Monday, December 01, 2003
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