Dude. Her daughter's a lesbian.
im missing you @ 6:47 a.m. on 2003-02-21
I have started my morning with Teagan & Sara, Sophie B. Hawkins and Rufus Wainwright. This, alone, definitely makes it an exceptionally great morning.
But, in addition to that, when 5:30 a.m. came...I was actually not dead tired.
I have downloaded JASC Paint Shop Pro and SWiSH. I am having trouble getting into SWiSH, but I'll figure it out. Then...perhaps, I will finally be making my own design for Tango Maureen.
I am so amazed by how a simple trip to the grocery store can spark my mind in so many different directions.
After my hair appointment last night, I went to Wal-Mart. I was hating on myself because I was going to McDonald's to get a fish sandwich. Now...I haven't stooped as low as getting Fast Food in forever (With exceptions to Taco Bell) and the parents were having pork chops (but seeing as I am a vegetarian minus the seafood...), so I had to find something to eat. I wasn't in the mood to cook.
So, I was walking into Wal-Mart and it was misting outside. I realized how beautiful people are. West Memphis has beauty, can you believe it? Everyone was hiding under their hoods or umbrellas, but leisurely walking from door-to-car or car-to-door. This is when my film maker instincts kick in...PERFECT FILM SHOT! It was like everything was in slow motion.
A little kid was playing the games in the arcade...the greeter lady pushed me over a basket...I walked past the fruit where an old man stared at the apples, picking the best (I'm sure his wife taught him good)...past the grocery isle where I saw an old friends' mother (I didn't feel like talking, so I jumped to the other isle)...the other isle, where I got stuck behind a slow old lady. I got in line at McDonald's and a group of guys/men were looking my way. I nicely smiled back at them. Who am I to say they're hitting on me? I'm oblivious when it comes to men hitting on me. Maybe, because I don't care. I ordered. The old white bearded man beside me says, "I guess they had to go catch my chicken. Ring its neck." And I thought...if I was quite the animal rights activist that I'd like to be...I woulda rang his neck.
I grabbed my food, fixed a strawberry soda and saw the guys/men still looking at me. I wondered if they sensed the lesbian vibe...and if that was why they were so intrigued.
I walked past them and realized that I recognized one of the guys..."Hey, How are you?" I said.
"Good. I'm sure you're fine, too.", he says. I laughed and shook my head..."Yea, Yea, I'm okay."
"What about your phone number?", he says. I am suddenly confused and thinking, is he asking "How is my phone number?" Haha. I said...I am oblivious. I just looked at him, blanky.
"Can I have it?"
"No...no, sorry." and walked away.
I hear some guy say, "Man, I told you...she's a lesbian."
Another guy says, "Dude. That's Mrs. Holcomb's daughter."
"Good, I'll get her number from her mom then."
"Man, she doesn't want YOUR phone number. She wants your sisters."
I laughed. Now, the hott-talk at mom's school is going to be "MRS. HOLCOMB'S DAUGHTER IS A LESBIAN!"
Geat.