&&YOUR BIRD CAN SING

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TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

IT WAS ANOTHER NORMAL AND TYPICAL DAY IN LAMPTON HILL FOR WINONA.
Like always is seemed nothing out of the ordinary seemed to happen, she managed to roll herself out of bed after she heard the alarm clock scream at her, she fed her cat, bathed, had a cup of coffee and sat around at home for what felt like ever, in no real mood to go out and do anything until she realized how bad television had really become over the past while. With boredom creeping up on her at home, she realized the only thing left to do was go out, after all today she had the day off work and most of her friends seemed to be consumed with school, careers, relationships, their lives while Winona still had nothing. Maybe that wasn't completely true, after all Winona did have a job, friends, rent to take care of and well a cat if that counted for anything, but still to everything it felt like nothing.

UNABLE TO STAND BEING STUCK IN HER LITTLE APARTMENT MUCH LONGER,
Winona head out the door and decided a trip into town might occupy her for a bit. She stepped into her car that while looked like nothing got the job of getting her from point A to point B done, which to Winona was all that really mattered, sure at time she thought it'd be nice to have a new and good looking car but her little piece of junk was just as reliable and much more cheap than any of the shiny new ones she'd stare at. As she sat into her car, she cranked on a mixed CD and after lighting a cigarette she pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the streets happily singing along to the soothing music. Her mind seemed to let go of all her thoughts about rent and how she needed more cat food and bread and just let the beat control her, the words consume her a life saving skill the music did to her. Her eyes gazed down the streets and looked for somewhere to go, to waste her time and most likely the little money she had.

SHE LOOKED AT ALL THE RESTAURANTS SOMETHING SHE REALLY WASN'T UP
to, with an appetite that wasn't even awake yet, sighing she turned the corner and she could see the Used Book Cart a bit up the street and decided she might as well peek inside. Winona wasn't the most avid reader or anything but maybe a good book could keep her eyes from the brain cell killing television in her home she found herself glued to more and more. She parked her car across the street and thanks to the little traffic Lampton Hill seemed to have, was able to cross and be on the other side, walking into the little shop in no time. She listened as the little bell rang as she stepped inside, her lips gently forming into a small smile she flashed at the employee behind the counter, her small little frame walking around the aisles filled with books, both old and new, some looking like the dirty things from her days in high school, others clean and warm. Her fingers moved along their spines slowly, reading the titles and occasionally pulling one out, reading the back or inner fold, sometimes flipping through the first few pages, trying to find one that captured her vibrant mind. At least enough to keep her from watching too much TV for the next little bit.

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[naomi]

trust me friend

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A HUNDRED YEARS GOES FASTER THAN YOU THINK
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Today wasn't special. In fact, today was rather... unspecial. It was normal and, therefore, it was uneventful. Aside from the fact that work had been just as annoying and trying as ever, the day was turning out to be rather boring. Naomi, at the moment, was not a fan of boredom. She had, as soon as work was over, rushed home as though she couldn't get away fast enough. Though, honestly, she was much happier when she was at work than when she was away. Most would probably think her crazy, if she admitted it, but it was the truth. It gave her something to do and someone to talk to that actually knew how to carry a decent conversation. Someone that wouldn't occupy her time with small talk about their current doomed-to-fail relationship or newest manicure. Frankly, Naomi didn't give a crap.

Sure, Mr. Heaton and her conversations weren't anything important. 'Pick this up' 'Do this' 'Fix that' and the occasional 'Yes, sir' slipping past her lips. Or, on the rare occasion--or, not so rare--that Maxwell and herself were really talkative, the banter the erupted through the office was enough to keep her interested in her job. Frankly, it was enough to keep her in love with her job. Over the last two years, she'd gotten used to his mannerisms and demands and learned to see through his... 'jerkish' tendencies to see that, for the most part, he actually was a human being. Once she'd come to terms with that realization, it was all down hill from there. When you work with one man for two years, you tend to get close to them, correct? True, in a sense. Maxwell was her boss. She was the employee. Yet, in some strange and twisted way, she felt like she was in control more than he was. She practically ran his life, for pete's sake, she might as well be his boss. If she didn't tell him something was happening, he'd be hopelessly lost without a chance. Regardless of that, it was apparent that he believed she was replaceable. And, of course, because it was one of his opinions, he freely shared that with her.

So, after a particularly hectic day of meetings and opinion-spewing boss moments, Naomi was ready to unwind. Slipping out of her business attire, she'd managed to force herself outside in nothing more than a button-up shirt and jeans. Entirely under dressed, if she was being honest, but she really didn't feel like freshening up makeup and finding accessories to go with anything. Jeans and a casual shirt was, for now, acceptable. Besides, she didn't plan on doing much else except for touring Lampton Markets and see what she could find to putter about with. Today, the book store was what drew her attention. An avid reader, she was not, but when she had time she didn't object to flipping through a book. The key word then being the 'when'. Free time wasn't something that she had an abundance of. So, when she had it, she was perfectly willing to jump on and attack it. Now was one of those times. Slipping into Polly's Used Book Cart, her blue eyes scanned the building. Silently, she thanked the power's above that it wasn't packed, though she doubted this place ever got really busy. Right now, a large crowd would not sit well with her. One, maybe two people, was manageable. Controllable, even. Any more than that and it wouldn't be a place of interest for her.

Moving over to the mystery section, her eyes glanced over the titles before she circled around to the other side. Nothing jumped out at her; pulling her in to pick up the book and look further than the cover. Really, at the moment, she was silently wondering why she had chosen a book store to occupy herself with. Normally, something work related would have entered her mind by now and she'd have gotten a book about the stock market or psychopaths. But, for one reason or another, she was able to think about something apart from her secretarial duties. For one reason or another, she decided that the book at the end of the aisle was interesting enough to draw her attention and make her investigate. Of course, once she'd actually thought that through and pulled it off the shelf, she decided that it wasn't quite business enough for her. Apparently, thinking through her own actions caused work to come up again and she realized that the day really wasn't going to be as free as she imagined. Besides, there was a file to draft up for Mr. Heaton, and a few letters to send out to his colleagues. Pulling a pen and paper from her purse, she scribbled down a few notes as she made her way for the door. Naomi figured that, by this point, being in a book store was only slowing her down. Though, not watching where she was going also did a good job of that. Most because, right before she thought she'd be walking out the door, she collided with one of the other book enthusiasts.

Gasping slightly, Naomi took a step back and looked over the girl she'd run into. "I apologize, I didn't see you there." She lifted her notebook slightly, as if in explanation for why she'd run into her. Clearing her throat, she offered the girl a friendly smile and and nod. "But, really, that was my fault. I didn't hurt you, did I? Aside from startling you, perhaps?" Giving the girl one more once-over as she spoke, the Australian woman shifted her weight and stuck the notebook back into her purse. Though the pen may have been away, her thoughts still began listing off notes in her head. As soon as she had gotten out of the way, that notebook and pen would be right back out and writing again. Especially since she had stopped mid-sentence. Though, after running into someone, that was only natural. No doubt there'd be a large mark over the page too. Wonderful.

YEAH, DON'T BLINK

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TAG;; Wiiiinona
WORDCOUNT;; 1,018
OUTFIT;; Meh. Too lazy to polyvore. XD Read the post.
LYRICS;; Don't Blink, Kenny Chesney
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