Im making dinner, doing laundry.. catching on up on some television..
I wonder what Casey Anthony is doing tonight.
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Probably the same as you, if you change "
making" to "
eating" and "
doing" to "
giving mom my" -- and then add:
Maybe a little eyebrow plucking while she daydreams about who would be ideal to play her in the movie (fancying herself bearing a striking resemblance to Angelina Jolie); thanking God she has the Ipod and earphones to drown out mom's stupid screeching and crying and that cowboy's "Ya best tell me something or yer going back to jail, missy"; giggling to herself because that guy still doesn't get that he's been played royally by her and her new BFF and hero, Jose, who she might consider thanking properly if he just weren't so old.
Wondering what she'll wear to her celebration party once this all blows over, thinking it's "absolutely" gotta be something extra hot for
that event -- it's gonna be like sooooo awesome; smiling in the mirror at the thought of it and thinking she should whiten her teeth so they sparkle for the cameras (she
is a celebrity now, after all).
Maybe carelessly kicking a few stuffed animals out of the way so she can stretch out and paint her toenails; watching coverage of herself and thinking her hair looks a little limp and she really should get someone out there to trim an inch or so, give it a little more bounce; dropping the remote and smudging her pedicure; looking up at a photo on the wall and snarling at it, "Great...are you happy?!? See what you made me do
now! GO AWAY!"; heaving an exasperated sigh over all this stupid inconvenience, it's not fair; thinking what an effin "waste" of her time sitting around like this when she's young, beautiful and free and ought to be partying with her friends.
Wondering if mom made dessert and hoping it's the chocolate cake she asked for and if not, how pissed she will be since she specifically told her that's what she wanted; considering which bra gives her more cleavage with that stupid-*advertiser censored* "fly home" t-shirt she cut apart and tied under her *advertiser censored* to make it sexy; admiring her figure in the mirror and thinking maybe Jessica Alba might actually be a better choice to play her.
Finally wearing herself out from all the mental "stress" she's under; drifting off to peaceful slumber in her own comfy bed with her favorite pillow under her head and a nice fluffy soft comforter pulled up around her, knowing her mommy who loves her so much and will always protect her is close by to keep her safe; sleeping like.....a baby.
Exaggerated speculation, of course, but it's something along the lines of what I imagine to be the cacophony of jumbled, flitting-from-one-thing-to-another, self-centered thoughts that might run through her head.