..memory fades, instinct takes over, and when instinct goes, you use force…

Things that make you go hmmm….

Well, I am feeling much better, I think that going to work (albeit only for 5 hrs - but a loooong 5 hrs. on my feet in fashionable cowboy books thankyouverymuch) forced me to channel the energy I was expending feeling sorry for masself into hating tweens.

Much more productive, don’t cha think? Jesus H. Christ….I kind of remembered the spawn-of-Muskokan-cottager-hellions that I would deal with living in Parry Sound & working non-stop summers in the town gift shoppe…but no, I completely forgot how absolutely incomprehensably obnoxious spoiled tween&teen girls can be.

Word is bond: I heard an at-least-16-year-old-girl yelling “Mommy” full throttle once her credit card honing device faltered. Had I done that at ANY age my Momma woulda bitch slapped me back into the rusty Lumina or walked out pretending that she had no clue to whom I belonged. In a Usual Suspects moment, it all came full circle - these are the kids that our Teaching Assistant union warned us about, saying “the parents are coming on campus…watch out”…

There is a bizarro new breed of pushover’rents & totally empowered sans responsibility fashion victim kids…well, before I go into how far I had to walk to school in duck boots I’ll just end that rant there & you can waltz it to its logical conclusion, if one does indeed exist….

In happier times, I heard from (my ATX Japanese Engineering whiz bud) Toshi that he got my PS care package - I raided my childhood room’s shoeboxes for some vintage photos of public school, dances, trips to the capital, etc…scrapbook outtakes to convey the hows & whys of my current state of being…Nothing reveals the root of one’s neuroses than sharing small town WASP-y prom pics…Bad skin, bad hair, bad dress, bad date - ah, the good old day.

Today also brings with it a big-ol’ B-day for my fav ex-roomie, Robyn. I wish that I could get to O-town to celebrate it with you, girl…but I am stuck shucking faux vintage logo tees to the aforementioned mall rats (that fucking kid is on the escalator again!)..

My gift to you - in a full reveal - is a boss TO girls day package - full of Sneaky Disease brunch, walking & shopping (or you can tell me what you like from UO & I”ll just buy it for you & we can mime it out), meeting up with Ozzy & any other crew members that you wish, maybe some OP marina raids (mention my Chunks Ahoy moment &…ahh boo - at least the dress survived), then - any night option you choose - Wed is still LMT Connection nite, tho!! I wanted to get you something for the AUS trip but was completely stumped..a dingo ate my mem’ry.

On that note, I should book it to do some errands before I go to work…

peace,
meegs

Currently listening:
Favourite Colours
By The Sadies
Release date: By 24 August, 2004

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