Cursing|| OPEN

[jennie taylor morrisey]

It was late at night, or it might have been early in the morning. Jennie didn’t know, she didn’t really care. Jennie was walked though the maze that was the hotel corridors trying gets to the maid corner. Most people who knew Jennie, knew how clumsy she was, and how she normally had bad luck. Not back luck with big life changing things but small thing, like planning to have a picnic and then it rains. That’s sort of luck. She rather just have one big bad thing happen in her life, rather than all the small pointless crappy things.

She walked along the corridors cursing every thing and every one under her breath. Today she decided to wear a new top she had bought, and of curse it was white and of curse some drunken cow in the bar had poured her red wine down Jennie. She couldn’t leave it till the morning or it would stain. Would probably stain any way. She walked into the room with washers and driers in it and took off her top, throwing it in the washing machine with a load of washing powder. She set it up and then looked round the room for some thing to put on rather than standing around in her bra.