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7/26/08 - www.tagged.com/misstexas1971. =)

7/22/08 - I'm about 85% convinced that "good guys" are a myth. Unicorns, Loch Ness Monster, Good Guys, Bigfoot.

So yeah. I'm finally updating this thing for the first time in too long. It's 5/11/08.

I have a myspace, because I am a sheep. I alternate between making it private and public. And I'm sure there's a fancy-shmancy way of putting a link in here, but what do I know? myspace.com/misstexas1971

I also have a profile up at plentyoffish.com...it's also long, but it's probably more dating-oriented. And over there, I'm justsomegirl20.

Yes, I live in Louisiana, but I miss Texas. I moved here (too many) years ago from the Houston area. I miss the attitude. I miss the pick-up trucks with the cowboy hats either on the dashboard or tucked behind the seat. I miss country dancing. And I miss the accents.

I happen to adore George Bush. Daddy Bush and W both, even...so be forewarned. My mind's not changing and I'm not into political arguments. You feel the way you feel and I'll feel the way I feel. I happen to feel like democrats give me acid reflux or something. Update: I know that not all dems are horrible people. That's all I'm giving y'all.

I'm a cracker...of the saltine persuasion and I'm always a few years behind in urban speak. Oh no she ditten! Oh snap! Step off. See?

I'm a tough talking sissy with a soft heart and a bad attitude. But I'm sweet...seriously. "Nice girl with a twist" is how I like to put it.

Let's see. I'm a free spirit trapped in the body of an overly-cautious good girl. (Laverne trapped in Shirley's body? But not literally, because Shirley NEVER had my curves. *snap*)

I kind of feel sorry for the people who can't grasp the whole brackets thing. And they say I'm not compassionate. Hrmph.

It seems like about once a year, there will be a song that I fall in love with that's totally outside of my normal listening zone/area/range or whatever. This year it appears it's gonna be Low by T-Pain. Once it's in my head, it's there for a while...and I only know, like, 2 lines. (Previous ones have been Yeah, My Humps and Get Low).

Things guaranteed to make me laugh/smile/giggle: "Whatever blows your hair back." * Chevy Chase/Will Ferrell/Ben Stiller * "Oh hell to the naw." * "If you ain't pit, you ain't shit" (Are they for real?!) * Um..a couple of Cosmopolitans * Dane Cook/Brian Regan * A guy with a southern accent (laugh/smile/giggle in a good way...totally. There's really nothing cuter.) * "Mean people suck, nice people swallow" * Thinking about the time the guy on Jeopardy said "Trains, Planes & Automobiles"...it doesn't even flow like that. He got the answer wrong. We're talking 10 years ago and my brother and I still get a huge laugh out of it. * Shirley Q. Liquor * "Tootie Green" * South Park * Walter Williams filling in for Rush * Arrested Development * Robert Schimmel * The Office * Mike Birbiglia (Cracka, please) * the comic strip 'Monty' gets me every time * Tom Mabe * Real men of genius/real American heroes radio ads *

working. Alot. Deciding what my next move is going to be. It could finally be time to get the hell out of Dodge. And that's really about it.

griping. Singing in the car. Chillaxing. (see?) Spotting Texas pick-up trucks from a mile away. Fake crying. Scaring my dog. Fake working. Letting other people make the difficult decisions. Drooling over the grass on the other side of the fence. Laughing, apparently. Saying the wrong thing at the wrong time (and not in a mean way, but in an absent-minded way). Logic puzzles. Finding potholes (I mean, c'mon. Worst roads ever. And I've lived in enough places to make a fair comparison. My Jeep is begging for mercy. That's right. A vehicle kind of made for rough terrain is being destroyed by these roads)...Avoiding unpleasantries. Not proofreading.

is probably my height. Or the 'brows? Otherwise, it's that I'm probably trying not to be noticed in the first place.

My mom, my dog, my cd's, Coke, my floppy cuddle pillow and Texas.

Cowboys!

The word 'word'...word. What I should've said. What I shouldn't have said...(d'oh)that's the kicker. What I won't say or do anymore. My next day off...not so much the day itself, but when will it finally get here.

Why does my co-worker insist on finding the crunchiest food to snack on all day? I've got my own private little Grape-Nuts commercial going on behind my back.*heave* I'm really not crazy about hearing other people crunching their food. Update: The coworker has moved on from eating almonds to eating Lifesavers. Roughly 20 during a work day. So, I've developed this tick...

How mean guys can be. Not cool.

I just saw the name Juanita and it made me think of Barney Fife talking to that Juanita on the phone and he'd say her name over and over. Then that made me think of Goober saying "Judy, Judy, Judy"...and I laughed a little on the inside. My favorite quote (the person who said it shall remain anonymous) "Leave it to the little man to get boisterous."

Music...it seems like I always associate people with songs. That can be a good thing...or a not so good thing. How I like "Van Hagar" better than plain old Van Halen...but I don't really care either way, now that I think about it.

How I have racing thoughts...

Um...How my grammar or whatever is all screwy in this section (and probably the whole profile), but I'm too lazy to fix it. Oh. How about when people on here like to tell you that they're intelligent...but they misspell 'intelligent'? THAT'S gotta hoit.

How maybe I should just become a nun.

GWPPWNSOAC (can I get an amen?)

Emails that I haven't even opened, because I know I haven't been in a responding mood. And how I've probably waited too long to respond now. And how my blue mood actually makes me look rude.

How I'm not rude.

How there is no rhyme or reason to how the stuff up above is broken down into lines or paragraphs. I was just going for small doses.

How I pity the next guy who tells me he's not like all the other guys. I'll need to see it to believe it. Hearing it means shit.

How I REALLY need to stop cussing.

at home in my sleep clothes (as of about 2 minutes after walking through the door), hanging out with the d-o-double-g and catching up on my DVR backload. Is that even a word? Update: That's not the word I was wanting. "Backlog" is the word. And THAT is why I get ticked off at anyone who trashes Bush because he freaking fumbles words. *I* fumble words all the time. I'm certainly not an imbecile. And neither is Bush. Idiots. And I don't use that term lightly, ever.

I swallow my gum. Or I hate the word existentialism. Or I like it when truckers honk when I pass them on the highway (I'm such a cavewoman...). Or I am NOT polyamorous. That seems to make me the black sheep around here, and I'm so totally okay with that. Or I just gave myself 5 stars for looks and 5 stars for personality. (Somebody's gotta do it. Dang.)

you're willing to allow me to wrap you around my finger...don't fight it.

you can make me laugh.

you think you can keep me from becoming bored....which I become very easily. (Can someone be both easily amused and easily bored? Or should I be taking something for that?)

your profile hasn't been edited by someone. I don't want/need a cleaned up version of who you are. Give me the typos and whatever else has been edited. And it's a little off-putting for some of us, because it's usually the "competition" that's doing the editing. Others of us probably love it and good for them!! Yay! Not me, though.