She smiles. It’s totally fake. She cries. It’s for attention. She wants to be the center of attention. Now wasn’t that predictable? Perfectly frosted mane, well-manicured fingertips, lightly-tainted pout … Who is she anyway? She taps her last-season Jimmy Choos. She thinks that everyone can tell. They can’t, but she thinks they hate her all the same.
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Token Female
Northern VA!
Being a token female is no easy matter. My goal of domination is constantly being challenged by other chicks who want “token” status. But to no avail. I have the screen name, so I rule supreme.
Published on March 09, 2007.
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