(My daddy spent his childhood summers earning his melanoma in Galveston, so this kind of makes me
2. OMGNSTUFF. I have found theeee place to hang at lunch hour, especially if you need gas, or Diet Coke and Swedish Fish. Keedz, gather round: the Sunoco off of King Street.
Holla at yr girls when they leave TC Williams campus for lunch!! And "remember the Titans" as you holla!!!
"HE. IS. FINE. Fiiiiiine. I even told my MOM he was fine."
"Gurl, they call me Apple Bottom cause that is WHAT I ROLL IN!!"
"You have twenty dollars? Tight, buy me some cake."
Translation please- is Apple Bottom a fashion line? (I think it is.) That would make sense, I guess. You should see these girls. They are totally macked-out and macked-up, sequined purses and blue eyeliner and faux-fur backpacks and shiny, creative hair, WHATTUPPPPP ALEXANDRIA HILTONS!!!!! They are funny and young and totally loving their bodies no matter what shape-n-size, eating Hostess products with hedonistic abandon and then fixing their Bonne Bell, teetering on heels with glittery butterfly-type things tied up their legs, fluttering eyelashes at giant muscley boys in cars with spinning rims.
I am jealous, I am frumpy, my hair is mousey and I want - just for the time it takes to fill up my gastank - to be a sophomore again.
Like I said, the Sunoco. Be there, it is hotness. Neon-bright, the hotness.
3. Sad- John Keitz died yesterday. The story the Post published on Keitz earlier this year was pretty touching, although I wished it would have focused even more on his family- is it in bad taste to think the Keitz clan may have inspired a John Waters character or two? I don't think so.
4. After this week of work is over, I'm going to have a few weird down days because of a thing with a thing and a thing at work. Maybe I'll even be sent home???? I AM SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING A 7-BAR IN 7-DAYS CHALLENGE. (cue cheers) Moderate, responsible, vaguely boring and adult consumption every night for a week!!!! Who's with me???
5. PS, this via Ultragrrrl.
6. I can't think of much else to say, so LOST LOST LOST LOST LOST LOST LOST. My house, 8 pm for Cliffs Notes. Bring candy, and no talking allowed unless it's me, throwing things at the telly because the suspense is making me have a grand mal.