What happened to me? I lost my dedication to celebrate & mock the Models? Eve won. She was a little scary.
I predict she'll burn down the mansion of her yet-to-be-determined football player boyfriend after a mental breakdown about her unhappy childhood triggered by his affair with her brother's girlfriend. This will happen just as her 30th birthday approaches.
Eve will wake up one morning and it will be resolute in her mind. She will slide out of bed quietly and proceed to the bathroom, where her mountains of Cover Girl makeup sit, unused. She will "put on her face" slowly, with deliberation. She will stare fixedly into the mirror, confident that her choice of a fiery red gloss will play well on the news cameras later that day. She dresses in a simple outfit, with no draping fabric, so that her safety is ensured.
She will turn on all 13 televisions in the house, tuned to the early Sunday football game in which her man will soon play. She will turn the volume up so loud that a neighbor two houses down will take notice, and glance at the clock to see if it is too early in the day for such noise.
Moments later, in the garage, she will retrieve a can of gasoline that she deftly hid from the gardner on the Thursday prior. Gas can in hand, she will pour the contents into a pattern much like the tattoo her boyfriend had done on their 6th date as a symbol of his love for her. At the center of the gasoline pattern, she will place the printed copies of the e-mails he used to send her while he was on the road.
She will glance down to make sure her shoes are securely tied. She will jingle the keys to his Hummer in her pocket to make sure they are still there. She will take a match from the matchbook of the Baltimore Hilton, a hotel in which she never stayed with him. She will strike the match and drop it onto her artistic expression of rage on the living room carpet. A spark! Ten long strides and she will be in the Hummer hurtling towards the airport with the pretense of flying to Jamaica for a good cry. But truly, she expects to be apprehended quickly. The neighbor has already called in a noise complaint, and the police are on their way. But then nothing...
She will sit in the terminal, posed in a seductive, dangerous manner - like the D&G swimwear photo shoot in Malaysia, months before her relationship went south. She will be fiercly determined to get the attention she lacked as a child. Determined to get her man to notice her. Determined to get the publicity only a crime of passion will bring. Arson, plain & simple. She will picture the house engulfed in flames and a smile will creep onto her lips, while the sweet devestation plays out in her mind.
This will, unfortunately, not work out for her. Her boyfriend's hottie on the side, trying to gain insight into the man, had weeks earlier read Eve's detailed plan in her poorly-hidden journal. Once alerted of the potential of foul play, he had secretly installed an intricate sprinkler system in the home while Eve was in Milan for Dior's show. Counting on her self-absorption to prevent her from noticing the modification was a safe bet.
So Eve will sit in the airport, watching the TV monitors in the lounge across the way & waiting for a deliverance that will never come.
I predict she'll burn down the mansion of her yet-to-be-determined football player boyfriend after a mental breakdown about her unhappy childhood triggered by his affair with her brother's girlfriend. This will happen just as her 30th birthday approaches.
Eve will wake up one morning and it will be resolute in her mind. She will slide out of bed quietly and proceed to the bathroom, where her mountains of Cover Girl makeup sit, unused. She will "put on her face" slowly, with deliberation. She will stare fixedly into the mirror, confident that her choice of a fiery red gloss will play well on the news cameras later that day. She dresses in a simple outfit, with no draping fabric, so that her safety is ensured.
She will turn on all 13 televisions in the house, tuned to the early Sunday football game in which her man will soon play. She will turn the volume up so loud that a neighbor two houses down will take notice, and glance at the clock to see if it is too early in the day for such noise.
Moments later, in the garage, she will retrieve a can of gasoline that she deftly hid from the gardner on the Thursday prior. Gas can in hand, she will pour the contents into a pattern much like the tattoo her boyfriend had done on their 6th date as a symbol of his love for her. At the center of the gasoline pattern, she will place the printed copies of the e-mails he used to send her while he was on the road.
She will glance down to make sure her shoes are securely tied. She will jingle the keys to his Hummer in her pocket to make sure they are still there. She will take a match from the matchbook of the Baltimore Hilton, a hotel in which she never stayed with him. She will strike the match and drop it onto her artistic expression of rage on the living room carpet. A spark! Ten long strides and she will be in the Hummer hurtling towards the airport with the pretense of flying to Jamaica for a good cry. But truly, she expects to be apprehended quickly. The neighbor has already called in a noise complaint, and the police are on their way. But then nothing...
She will sit in the terminal, posed in a seductive, dangerous manner - like the D&G swimwear photo shoot in Malaysia, months before her relationship went south. She will be fiercly determined to get the attention she lacked as a child. Determined to get her man to notice her. Determined to get the publicity only a crime of passion will bring. Arson, plain & simple. She will picture the house engulfed in flames and a smile will creep onto her lips, while the sweet devestation plays out in her mind.
This will, unfortunately, not work out for her. Her boyfriend's hottie on the side, trying to gain insight into the man, had weeks earlier read Eve's detailed plan in her poorly-hidden journal. Once alerted of the potential of foul play, he had secretly installed an intricate sprinkler system in the home while Eve was in Milan for Dior's show. Counting on her self-absorption to prevent her from noticing the modification was a safe bet.
So Eve will sit in the airport, watching the TV monitors in the lounge across the way & waiting for a deliverance that will never come.
posted by Julianne Gorman at 1:16 PM
