1255 hrs September 13th 2005

She struts into the room

like she owns it,

pouting her lips

flashing her eyes.

She is daring,

somewhat good looking.

A catty remark here

a bitchy remark there,

speaking English

with a goddamned awful

accent.

Somewhere between British,

American and Australian.

Yucks.

Totally self-absorbed,

self-centred,

vain,

overly dramatic,

always confrontational.

Making a mountain

out of an anthill,

and trampling everyone

in her way.

Maybe that spark of wit,

and energy

can pass off as

remotely attractive,

but surely

that moody misbehaviour

is a total

turn off.

Because, behind that veneer

of style and confidence,

there is really

no substance.