Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

when the clock changed to 6:45,
being the worried wife that i am,
i called Bella to see if she'd arrived at her work yet.
she hadn't arrived;
she was fighting the traffic.
she was aggrevated.
Charleston is just becoming so over crowded.
It is a sad day when a native Carolinian
is no longer fond of Charleston.
It has lost its grace, its appeal.
Her personality died a slow death
with the birth of over priced, presumptuous corporations.
Charleston used to be sultry.
it was the South's perfume,
enticing charming Southerners and awed, well mannered tourists, alike.
Charleston was like Dixie Carter,
an elegant, beautiful, intellegent, sexy, sincere woman.
Don't be fooled,
the woman i speak of is a disguised lioness
who knows how to gain any of her desires by hurling forth her Southern charm at her prey,
the unsuspecting zebra of the safari.
she was a Southern Belle.
Southern Belles have long since disappeared like the Dinosauers.
Now, your plastic, blonde haired Barbies have a way of making you feel beneath them,
as they drive away in their SUVs their Daddies paid for.
Our Belles have been degraded and down graded to countless inebriated college girls
who flash their breasts to Girls Gone Wild for free beer and a t-shirt.
Trust fund babies have walked away, hand-in-hand,
with the Charleston that South Carolinians were once proud of.
It is a sad day indeed when one realizes the magic of the south is in fact,
Gone With the Wind.