Just when I thought it was safe to step in front of the mirror.
The bathroom light is turned on.
Reflection: I’m all out of love, I’m so lost without you…
Me: Oh, please. We never liked Air Supply.
Reflection: You sure didn’t mind them during slow dances. Whatever happened to those parachute pants?
Me: Be quiet!
Reflection: You couldn’t fit in them anyway.
Me: That’s enough!
Reflection: <cawing like a parrot> Tubby bitch.
Me: So hating you, right now.
Reflection: Remember that dorky haircut you used to have?
Me: It wasn’t dorky.
Reflection: You were going for Bon Jovi and ended up looking like Peter Frampton.
Me: That’s it. I’m not talking to you anymore. Let me finish my business in peace.
Reflection: Do you really want to hurt me. Do you really want to make me cry…
Me: Bugger off! We didn’t like Culture club either.
Reflection: You were sure glued to the TV when Boy George made a cameo on an A-team episode.
Me: That was just once.
Reflection: <Humming the theme song from the Crying Game>
Me: I’m so done…good night
Reflection: I’ll tumble for yah, I’ll tumble for…
Light is turned off.
My reflection part 1 was posted on 06/17/11