The Battlefield Where the Girls Say I Love You



That's just the thing: we will never tell you we love you. In fact, we're here only to hold hands across state lines and yell at the world. We're here to try to touch you across this chasm of flown things. Not even that. At most, I will teach you how to make a gin smoothie when there's nothing left in the house. Hannah can teach you several languages and what to do when your car breaks up with you. Thanks for coming out.

Friday, September 7, 2007

warning: even more insipid than usual

so, i'm (mamie) out with two guy friends from work last night. one gets drunk enough and tells me i'm "mesmerizing." champagne comes out of my nose. it'd be like me saying, "you know, i've always found you so...dapper." anyway, i'm clapping and laughing (clearly not the intended response). he says, "but, you know, i found your blog. and the pictures of you on there are atrocious. seriously. awful." i begin to sweat. i'm THAT vain. i become immediately concerned that all 7 blog viewers find me physically atrocious. it's midnight. i'm whipping around, looking for a tanning bed, a gym, anything...don't be surprised if glamour shots start going up one by one, in all their cowboy hatted, feather boaed glory.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

poor guy. maybe he should have said something like...."go, shorty. It's your birthday"!

eric said...

I here Olan Mills does excellent portrait work and they do greeting cards!

Unknown said...

Or perhaps "smack dat........."
Mames you are so intimidating........that poor fella. HA!

Anonymous said...

go back to high school.

Mamie said...

i hate george.

Anonymous said...

I get that a lot.

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