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By Misti Date: 2003 Jan 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.03.22.17.18880]] |
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So yeah...one of my pet peeves is bullshit. I hate bullshit. It stinks. Listen...I don't like or respect small town mentality. The whole gossip thing just really chaps my hide. And it's a tough hide. But when it gets chapped...woooo boy! You best watch out! Long story short: I picked my brother up from the airport. He told me that Mom told him to warn me to watch what I write at xanga because my cousin is reading my blogs and reporting back to my grandmother. First of all...if someone loves you enough to worry about you, they ask YOU about it, they don't pass it on down the line. Second...I will not edit what I write here. I was foolish enough to introduce my cousin to xanga, thinking it would be a good way for us to keep in touch. WRONG. It has been a disaster since day one. So...I write here and she doesn't. She just reads what I write and gossips with my grandmother about it. Was my cousin concerned enough to call me? No. Was my grandmother concerned enough to call me? No. She called my mom for the scoop. That is sad and that is immature and that is just plain wrong. They are my people but I don't get them. We operate on way different wavelengths.Enough about that. A short story turned into a novel, as always. Sorry about that. So I was waiting for my brother at the gate, nervous about what I was going to say to him. My mother has been speculating that he is on drugs and into pornography (hi,Meme...don't worry...he isn't running a meth lab or anything like that)(that was bitchy of me...oops) and my sister thinks he is evil and her husband thinks he's gay. No, he isn't evil and he isn't gay. Like me, he just hears his own strange drumbeat and like me he has zero tolerance for small town bullshit. That's one of the reasons we both wound up in New Mexico, which the average Texan thinks is only good for skiing. There aren't enough malls, ya'll! All this waste of space. All this...desert. Puhleaze. If all the malls closed down tomorrow I'd be just fine. BUT I did go to the Victoria's Secret sale today. I bought two new bras and six new pairs of panties. Look out Gisele and Tyra. I be stylin'. I'm too sexy for my Wal-Mart jeans. Hahahaha. When I saw Dustin I was enchanted and relieved. He was talking to this cute girl in an animated voice, gesturing and smiling. He waved at another passenger and said bye to him. He looked radiant and healthy and confident. The girl was so cute. She had long dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. She looked very tomboyish. No makeup. She was wearing gym pants and a sweatshirt and was carrying a canvas with a backpack on her back. I was checking her out thinking,"She's good sister-in-law material. I could actually have conversations with this human being. She's not a Barbie doll, thank GOD." So she stood behind me on the escalator and I heard Dustin ask if he could carry her bag. She laughed and said NO. I thought to myself,"Whoa, Bubba. Don't overdo the Texas thing. It's a whole new world out here." I mean, chivalry is great. But you can overdo anything. I could tell this girl was very independent and smart. Dustin never actually introduced us. He just asked me if he could borrow a pen. I loaned him my Wizard of Oz pen and at the baggage carousel he gave the girl his number. She didn't seem too enthused. God, I hope they get together and maybe even get married! I know that's awful of me. I'm definitely jumping the gun. I'm just so tired of Dustin being lonely. I'm like his Jewish mother without the cooking skills. Speaking of Jewish, here's the lowdown: Her name is Jackie. She's Jewish. She's from Manhattan. She is attending UNM. She is an artist and a dancer. She's 19. She lives in a house, not a dorm. Please Joan of Arc/God/Pleiades/Frank Sinatra/Kurt Cobain/John Lennon/Billie Holiday/Hank Williams, Sr./Patsy Cline/Elvis Presley/Buddy Holly/Janis Joplin/Jimi Hendrix/Jim Morrison/Ed Abbey/Ava Gardner/She Who Has Always Been/They Who Might Have Been/Uncle Greg/Mamaw Crenshaw.................................................. let this work out for my brother. Let him date this girl and find a true friend in her.Let him find a roommate and a better job so that he can stay in Albuquerque. Let my brother's adobe house/wife/kids/dogs dream come true. This is my New Year's wish. So mote it be. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* |