Sorry, I have been distracted and have neglected my tampon series. I lead a demanding life here in Fenton. I just started working part time at the Edible Arrangements off Highway 141 and then on the weekends I work at the Circle K. Darla (Mother) is trying to kick me out of the house. She thinks I should get an apartment. I told her to wait until I gain some E-fame and I will get the hell out of Missouri.
Ms. Tampon is back.......
All week, Ms. Tampon was looking forward to Sunday night. She spent that Sunday morning preparing an Oscar Awards themed dinner for her and Mr. Birth Control. They had arranged to turn their favorite annual awards show into a date night. Ms. Tampon made a nice Southern spread, she was hoping that True Grit would win for best film.
The night was drawing to an end, James Franco was about to announce best film of 2011, Mr. Birth Control still had not shown up at Ms. Tampon's apartment, and the cornbread and chicken fried steak was growing cold.
"I thought birrrthcontrol was reliable," Ms. Tampon slurred. She took the last swig of her Evan Williams Kentucky bourbon and sank back into her circus peanut couch.
"The Acadmey Awards goes to The Kings Speech"
Ms. Tampon was overwhelmed with disappointment, she pressed the mute button on her remote, silencing the cheers of a satisfied audience.
"Oscar night is overrrrated," she said to herself. All that preparation, all that anticipation, all that hope for an exciting night that is fleeting and disheartening.
I pity Ms. Tampon. Doesn't she know, The End isn't always happy in Hollywood?
To be continued...
-Mo