She's a woman. She just cut her brown hair into a bob. She works for a man who works her into the ground. She takes it, though. She really takes it. I would have left a long time ago, but she's strong. She's tough. She's.....DiMella!
She likes long walks in the woods. Wrestling matches. Bon Jovi. She's from Jersey. She's got a crush on the super or guy in her building. She thinks he's hot. She has 8 hour conversations with him every other night,that leave her with no time to sleep. She likes young boys and she laughs really cute. She watches America Idol and sings at work. I throw pens at her to shut up. She yells at people on the phone. "Don't you start with me! What do you think, huh? What do you think? Don't be an ass. You know why. Oh, oh...don't bother me with this BLEEEEEEP!" And then I find out that was her dad.
She's crazy sometimes. Often looking for attention as I work and keep to myself. Like a sponge, she craves attention, love, jokes. I think I'll call her Sponge Bob.
But at the end of the day, I find myself a little sad when we go home as I won't see her til the next day. I like her. She's nice....I guess. But soon I'll be gone and she won't see me for a long time. And I worry she might break down and become even crazier and more spongie. I'll be in the cafe of our firm and I'll hide in the crowds, but she'll find me all the time. I'll see her shoes in the stall next to mine in the ladies room. In the stair case, I'll hear foot steps and see no one, but I know she's there. I start to run down the stairs faster, then faster, then I fall down the stairs and end up at the bottom. I pass out.
Later on, I wake up in a strange room. See through butterfly curtains blowing in the breeze. Flowers on a dresser. Sneakers by the door and I'm tied down on a bed. My hands and feet tied to each post. "Where am I?" I was in someone's bedroom. I was scared. Like a scene out of the movie "Misery," I started to worry even more. "Is she gonna do to me like Kathy Bates did to...jeez, I forgot his name. Well is she???"
TO BE CONTINUED.....
She likes long walks in the woods. Wrestling matches. Bon Jovi. She's from Jersey. She's got a crush on the super or guy in her building. She thinks he's hot. She has 8 hour conversations with him every other night,that leave her with no time to sleep. She likes young boys and she laughs really cute. She watches America Idol and sings at work. I throw pens at her to shut up. She yells at people on the phone. "Don't you start with me! What do you think, huh? What do you think? Don't be an ass. You know why. Oh, oh...don't bother me with this BLEEEEEEP!" And then I find out that was her dad.
She's crazy sometimes. Often looking for attention as I work and keep to myself. Like a sponge, she craves attention, love, jokes. I think I'll call her Sponge Bob.
But at the end of the day, I find myself a little sad when we go home as I won't see her til the next day. I like her. She's nice....I guess. But soon I'll be gone and she won't see me for a long time. And I worry she might break down and become even crazier and more spongie. I'll be in the cafe of our firm and I'll hide in the crowds, but she'll find me all the time. I'll see her shoes in the stall next to mine in the ladies room. In the stair case, I'll hear foot steps and see no one, but I know she's there. I start to run down the stairs faster, then faster, then I fall down the stairs and end up at the bottom. I pass out.
Later on, I wake up in a strange room. See through butterfly curtains blowing in the breeze. Flowers on a dresser. Sneakers by the door and I'm tied down on a bed. My hands and feet tied to each post. "Where am I?" I was in someone's bedroom. I was scared. Like a scene out of the movie "Misery," I started to worry even more. "Is she gonna do to me like Kathy Bates did to...jeez, I forgot his name. Well is she???"
TO BE CONTINUED.....
4 Lovely Comments:
Okay - here's the scoop on DiMella.
She's from the Bronx - not Jersey -but does love Bon Jovi - has a massive crush on a guy in her building - NOT the super - She takes a lot of crap from her boss & is still standing - she's a tough cookie -
So you had big hair in the Bronx? Dude, growing up in the Bronx, your time...well, wasn't that dangerous?
Used to have big hair when I hung out in Jersey - they still are stuck in the 80's. Very dangerous in the Bx - grew up in the South Bx - dangerous - even the roaches carried weapons!!!!!
DUDE! YOU GREW UP IN THE SOUTH BRONX?? Did you see any of my tags? LaniLon? I use to run with the Rock Steady Bronx crew by the Throgsneck expressway!! I was fresh, yo...
Nah, kidding. I wasn't allowed to go to dangerous places like the Bronx. I stayed safe in Queens. You know what they called Queens back in the days. We weren't a happening borough. Queens was viewed as "soft."
But I did date a guy name Hector. But for six months. He cheated on me with a girl who was ugly and had a mustache and after he dated me, girls started to recognize him and he thought he was the man. But shortly after that, he came back begging. But I had David then. David was HOT!!
I wonder where David is now?
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