Alrighty. I'm Amanda and this is our new blog. I have a fabulous co-blogger, Christine, who doubles as my roommate. And my boss. Meaning... she triples as my co-author... or something... I don't know where to go with that.
Anyway, I figure I'll tell you the story of our meeting and subsequent love affair. Everyone loves love affairs. So... there we are in 6th grade, hung over, eye liner awry, looks of shame and regret on our faces... wait that was yesterday. No for reals. There we are in 6th grade in our sophisticatedly baggy jeans, Roxy shirts, and gangly as shit (Christine more so than me), listening to Eagle Eye Cherry and No Doubt. Christine: Hey Manda, do you want to join my cliquey group of 3 other equally cliquey gangly girls? Me: No. Yes. And the rest is history.
We've been pals for a whiiile but then a shorter while ago we both, independently mind you!!, decided to move back to the state of our fateful meeting and subsequent love affair and.... LIVE TOGETHER!! Yeehaa party time. Now, contrary to what you want to believe, we like the men. Not the ladies. So. Just putting that out there.
The point of this is... we've been pals for longer than you can even remember. And its fun.
Side note: So there we are, watching Police Women of Memphis in our snug cozy homey awesome little apartment on the east side (if you live on the west side you're ghetto and we are only friends cause you serve some purpose for me), when what to our wondering eyes should appear but a super white trash lady with a busted nose and bloodied up knee. Cute little Arica (Yeah, with an A? Why? E is way more fun to write and it looks better in cursive. And even though Yahoo says cursive is dying out and we need to teach it to our kids more than ever, I think cursive is the shit. Its so much easier to write and it makes you look a bazillion times more sophisticated than printing. Any old fool or baby can print. But how many can cursive? Well. I can. So. There's that.) is trying to get the full story out of this true treasure of southern America and she says "So then you fell down?" This lady, with no respect for the badge and years of physical training and gender stereotyped horror Arica has undergone as a woman police officer, says "Duh! What do you thaaaaank??" (think, if you don't speak Tennessee) Arica just smiled like this lady didn't just TRY to bitch slap her with hurtful words. Had that lady been on my watch, she would have been in for a world of hurt. Things would have gone down in a whole other fashion. And that means violence. Police brutality. I don't like mouth off-ers. Lady! I am here to help you with your alleged bout of domestic violence. And you find it prudent to sass me? Uhh. Is your brain in that whacked up knee of yours? Sweet little Arica just laughed it off as if she didn't care, like cops are supposed to do. Guess that's why I'm not a cop. That and the stuff they make you do and wear... polyester TROUSERS?? No. Taser?? Yes. I would have hauled that lady off to jail for contempt of court! Yeah contempt. of. court.
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