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M.I.A.

Me- in action, sometimes inaction, but always- acting out!
 

Effin L's!!!


when Emilie and i were in high school, our parents went out of town at the same time. it was a wednesday nite and we decided to go to deep ellum because we were biggurls and we could do whatever we want!!! so we go- there is absolutely nothing going on except there were filming part of 'WalkerTX Ranger' (<-- lame!) and so we tried to blend in hoping to be extras, i don't think we did, wouldn't be able to know b/c i never watched the show. but anyway- we had to pee, REAL BAD, so we go into Cafe Brazil, and beeline for the bathroom. we enter and discover that there is only one toilet, and don't care b/c there are no secrets. i go, emilie goes- and mid-stream there is a loud beating on the door and someone yells 'FUCKIN' LEZ-BOW'S!!!' yeah, that goes over like a refridgerator in a burlap sack... i was young, dumb, and going to kick somebawdies ass! Em finishes and i'm pissed that anyone would feel the right to yell that, and Em is embarrassed that she's been accussed of being a l-e-s-b-i-a-n. we exit said bathroom and the only ppl in the place are sitting at a table not far from the door, but somewhat out of the way- Emilie is saying, 'let's just leave, please let's just go' and i'm buh-lazin' a trail to that table... not wanting to assume- i asked the small group of darkly dressed, purple tressed, combat boot wearing, young'n'angry freakshows if they saw anybody knock on the bathroom door because they were rude. and the most weird represenative said, 'uh, no we didn't see anybody.' and b/c as i stated was younger and somewhat aggressive- i said, 'good, because that would make them a real asshole.' I think Emilie was holding the door open not too close to confrontation, and not outside in the scary city. we then left, got uber lost on our way home, and have never forgotten that Emilie and i have been referred to in a lot of ways but that, as we have condensed it to, 'effinL's!' truly, i cannot imagine my life without the love of my best friend... alleged lesbians or not!

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