Femme Fatale Fall

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Every morning I rush around getting ready for work. Shower, hair, makeup and food, if there is time. When I finally collect myself in the elevator is when I take the time to put on my lipstick. The five floor journey gives me enough time to line my lips, fill them in with a succulent rouge pigment and fluff my hair a bit before walking out the door. I usually have one last look and blow myself a kiss before the doors shut. I then strut off to work with the confidence and shimmy of a femme fatale. I bop my head and shake a little as I walk along to the beat of my life soundtrack, courtesy of my iPod. Everything is within my reach, I imagine what the people are saying as I walk by. I can't hear them and I live in a neighborhood where 90% of the occupants don't speak English, so I am sure they are all words of praise. The man yelling at me is asking me to marry him, rather than warn me that I almost walked in front of an oncoming bus and the feisty old woman pushing me out of her way with her huge shopping stroller is merely trying to touch greatness. I am cool, calm and collected as I part the crowd on the sidewalk....and then I fall. Drunk, sober, stilettos, flats, it doesn't matter. I fall all the time. Today was no exception. I flew off the curb and onto the trolley tracks, with a force so great it dislodged one of my headphones. Since I fall so often I recovery very easily, like a tricky dance move, I totally meant to do that. I jammed my headphone back into my ear before I could hear the chuckles from the people who had patiently waited to cross at the green light instead of trying to bolt on red like I did. I'm very tall and very blond and tend to scream when I fall, surely I attracted the attention of every person within earshot. Oh well, maybe one of these days I will get this diva thing right.

Kyss!