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this ain't no doggy driver's license
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Friday, February 01, 2002
i want my own scene.
i'm wearing my dorky work clothes, dressed as a total "work lady" but I've got the electric and i'm banging on that bitch like nobody's business.
might need an amp larger than the pignose.
posted by ess at 2:51 PM
Thursday, January 31, 2002
mental sex in the city:
(small town, small mind version)
woman stops at jamba juice in between eastside
westside job offices.
girl behind counter looks her right in the eye as she orders her
"Mighty Cherry Charger" (packed with 19 grams of protein) - a look right down to the bone.
as woman imagines a romp behind the counter in a bed of cherries with the cute
counter girl, the damn straw won't come unwrapped and she spills her change all
over the floor. It's o.k. though. There's a new Kentucky quarter that she spies which isn't
in her quarters of the 50 states coin collection yet.
posted by ess at 9:29 AM
Monday, January 28, 2002
revelation scene:
woman walks into a pet store where they sell doggy driver's licenses.
she tells the self important clerk, "my ex girlfriend's girlfriend runs this company. i can't believe they sell."
the clerk, unimpressed, pulls out his wallet without saying a word and shows her his n.y. doggy driver's license with a dazzling photo of his bull mastiff "Patty" .
"i could do this," she thinks.
posted by ess at 2:44 PM
the rebellion scene:
a girl spouts out the word "pussy" repeatedly while her
lover states, "what are you talking like a sailor all of a sudden?"
posted by ess at 2:38 PM
i'm throwing scenes out here to brainstorm.
opening shot:
the cat walks across the quiche, takes a haughty look back and continues on her way.
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