{Flash fiction again. #51, word count 200. Describe your exact opposite, within reason, and how they are doing in life} All these people want a piece of me. Britney wrote that song after I was whining to her one day in the South of France. I can’t have an eyelash out of place if I step through my door. Thankfully I look perfect all the time, with my stick straight blonde hair and Olive Oil stature. This afternoon I was off to my job, the soap opera All My Children, perhaps you know it? I figured it was as good as any, since I do have a houseful myself. Oh, kids! Is there anything better in the UNIVERSE? I only wish I had more! As always, I arrived early but I preferred that over running late and looking all flustered and just blowing in. Anyway, I hadn’t been at this job long. I rarely stay anywhere longer than six months. They’d be killing me off soon, no doubt. I’d heard the word “diva” being tossed around. What is wrong with requesting heated floors in my dressing room? When you’re as skinny as me, you freeze all the time! Do they want me to have pneumonia? I have a very delicate constitution! Seems like I’m forever having to see a doctor…