Friday, July 07, 2006
From a comment I posted on Shephard's Alley:
...My neighbour down the hall is a single white mother of three huge and gangsterish black teenage sons and a rather wild teenage daughter. She's sweet, and a bit plucky, and I like her.
Last week I was going to a concert and desperately needed someone to tie my most excellent James Dean tie (being a girl, I never learned to tie one properly in my youth). I figured that since my neigbour had had two husbands she'd probably know how to tie one.
I knocked on her door and asked her, and she replied: "honey, both my husbands were blue collar. I ain't worked my way up to the white collar yet! The only ties I have these days are on my bedposts!"
I laughed myself all the way to my concert, where I got my friend Jon to attempt my tie. It worked, sort of...
Later I called Hayley and told her the story. She laughed, and asked if Jon had managed to tie the thing properly. I said "well, kind of, but he did it a bit backwards. He's just not there yet." She asked why, and I replied "well, because after only one testosterone shot and no surgery, he's not yet quite a boy." Aw.
I will never be a boy, and yet I'm going to learn to tie my own ties if it kills me.
Sorry, I'm posting like a fucking madman today. One more and then I'm gone, I promise.