Of Nazis & Chalk Smears

Last Friday

while attending the opening of Cocos

with May and Mo

an aquaintance approached

and ask if I could act

"I don't know, but I could give it a shot" said I

and thus today was the day

to meet the German producer

I came to work, dressed all slumber

no make-up, nothing

then I went to check myself out in the mirror

and HORROR

I was wearing a thin white shirt

and underneath

was a battered bra

that i hadnt noticed

had dirty looking smudges and splotchess

all over the cups

from a bad incident in the washing machine

so very very clearly seen

beneath my shirt.

So I rushed home to change

hurriedly put some make up on

and rushed to the meeting place.

Rushing out of home

i realise

Bali hobo bag

just won't do

so I climb up to bag mountain

and find one that matches

hurriedly transfering things/checking makeup/putting on shoes

in the lift.

The aircond was on full blast

to prevent make-up melt down

in such atrocious heat

but when I stopped the car

and leant to buckle my shoes

it blasted my stupid fringe

making it stick up in extreme ah lien-ness

I wore my pinstripe Zara pinafore

ala Chic Office Chick

but only later I noticed

It had detergent residue down its front

looking like chalkboard smears

or dried up cum.

Since I'm so not used to

make-up in the day

it kept irritating my eyes

I was blink blink blinking

away

I barely had time to

wipe my slick palms dry

when it was grasped and clenched...

the meeting was underway.

All in all,

it went well

besides some minor language glitches.

You see

he told me that I was to play a

Psycho Lady

but only later

I realised,

he meant psychic

Now, psycho I can do very well

but psychic?