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Post by CORY MACKENZIE SMITH on Nov 22, 2010 4:57:36 GMT -5
“I want a leather jacket so I can lay around in it, naked, listening to Bowie.”Cory often started her days that way. Some random thought would pop into her mind and until whatever it was she had dreamed up was achieved she wouldn’t stop. She’d brought it up a total of five times before finally setting out to go find exactly what she wanted. Of course, this was only after trying several alternatives. However, it was easy to discover that bath robes and cardigans weren’t nearly as appealing when nude as leather jackets were. Thus the search began. Indecisive and insatiable were words apt to describe the brunette’s shopping habits. She could find something she truly liked and then hum and haw over tiny details. Mostly she blamed it on her spoiled childhood. Parents who had every reason in the world to try and make up for their poor child rearing skills often tried to win affection with marital items, especially Cory’s parents. If there wasn’t something wrong with the girly cinched waist (which she believed shouldn’t exist in a leather jacket) it was something with the liner or the grommets. Though she wasn’t vocally displaying her distaste for each one she found, her hesitation as she picked different ones off of different racks made it obvious what she was doing. She was stuck in some kind of loop, one where everything was right and wrong at the same time and decisions seemed impossible. It was times like this when Cory wished she had someone to kick her in the teeth for being so picky. What did it matter what if it didn’t have a printed liner or happened to have gold grommets instead of silver? Her entire goal for the jacket was to lounge around in it! Still, this didn’t stop her from placing the one she was holding back on the rack and picking up another. Feet spread apart a bit wider than necessary, Cory was rocking back and forth from heel to toe as she went over the mental list of what was right and what was wrong about this one. Perhaps she should’ve spent the day at the park sketching instead of making a failed shopping trip? But no, the idea was there planted in her head, she wasn’t going to give up until she was satisfied or there wasn’t another leather jacket in all of Philadelphia. Wavy brown hair hung over her shoulders, clashing with the black shirt that covered most of her torso but did exactly not meet the top of the skirt she’d shimmied into. The leather jacket she was holding would look great with the outfit she had thrown on this morning and she was well aware of this but it was the print of Warhol’s Marilyn Monroe that lined the inside of the jacket that really caught Cory’s eye. It was ten times better than the tiger inside of the previous one or the snakeskin print of the one three jackets before. Perhaps this was the one she wanted? Still, there were about a dozen more things on her list that she hadn’t gone over yet. Perhaps this would have been easier done online where she couldn’t see every detail in person. She’d be forced to live with whatever was wrong with the jacket she ordered instead of trying to get everything she wanted. But that was the thing with Cory. She would always try to get everything she wanted, if it was sensible to try or not. • • • • •
WORDS ! 588
TAG ! Wide open.
MUSE ! “As Tall As Cliffs” - M&TNS&S
NOTES ! Kick her in the teeth!
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