first of all, i need a little attention here. got it? yes. dress me up in your love or something. attention needed here, we’re feeling a little, ah, needy.
second of all, if you think i’m obnoxious today (oh and i am obnoxious today, just ask maria who has just returned from 2 weeks vacationing in Europe and brought me back a Hashtray from a hash bar in amsterdam how obnoxious i am), tomorrow is gonna be 395 times worse. becuase i will be cute. with new hair and new hair color. so who wants to go out to dinner tomorrow?
third of all, STILL listening to ‘jeepster.’
fourth of all, i got my new Book Club book from Amazon. and, like i always do, i immeditately flipped to the back inside of the bookjacket to read about the author. and it starts, “Blah Blah was born in 1977.” then i shut the book and, in my current state of obnoxiousness, turned to Maria to announce, “well, i’m gonna hate this one.”
“why?”
“she was born in 1977.”
“that’s just so wrong.”
I got my first kiss at the Christmas dance in 1977.
So what is the book?
my biological parents had their sordid fling in 1977, at which point my biological father’s sperm joined with my biological mother’s egg AND MADE ME.
but you, wendy my friend, are not Kalisha Buchanon, the author of Upstate.
i know, because i was born in 1978. but my name was almost gonna be Kalisha Buchanon. so glad it wasn’t.