Archive for the ‘burning up’ Category
For Your Love – Part One
Life Science. Seventh Grade. Back left corner.
Jennifer: [singing] You must be my lucky star.
Later, same year. Vicky’s birthday party. Qanzas and ten seventh grade girls. An electronic..chord progression? (not quite) emits from MTV in the adjoining room.
The Girls: [high pitch, perfectly unison, running to TV] Maaaaaah!
I follow, curious. It’s a white set. The three dancers are wearing black fishnet. The one in the middle is singing. You must be my lucky star. Jennifer from Life Science is a nasty, shallow, vapid…and deeply mean girl. She (apparently) loves this woman. I hate Jennifer, ergo I hate this woman. My lucky star? I must be? Fuck. You.
