wonderings
When the waiter saw the dead man and the ring of staring people, he paused, started angrily, and then his rose-pink face began to flame and burn with apoplectic fury.
Either that, or he wanted to meet Maria Sharapova in the worst way.
She really hits the ball hard.
Too bad it doesn't go in all the time.
No plan "B."
Girl kept staring at the dead man on the bench with a dull, fascinated eye of horror and disbelief.
Choke. Choke. Choke.
These aren't the meager droids you're looking for.
Let's ask Ana what she thinks.
Take it easy girl. I've hyped you already.
Stop looking so pretty, all right? Sit down for a minute.
You don't have to laser every single ball into the corner, unless that's your "thing."
Stop enjoying it so much.
Clamourous confusion, upgrading wardrobe to lavendar.
At least pretend it is hard, after reducing the poor japanese girl to tears.
Justine Henin munched lunch today, sits quietly.
Here is what Justine is thinking.
"Holy shit."
Ana, I'm your best fan. Saw you before anyone else.
Earns me something, right? Free .....um.... lessons?
Keep your dress intact, and the world is your oyster.
Out. Peace.