…is 5’1″, red haired (though most likely blonde-ish now), blue-eyed & southern as all hell. we’re quite the pair.
although, you get the two of us together in the same room and people would probably wonder wtf we’re doing together. heh.
i *heart* the midget. just when i was going through major midget-withdrawals, she calls. now, i’m not a phone person. i’m more face-to-face, or some shit like that. or rather, i don’t like talking. i think all my tolerance for in-depth phone conversations was burned out of me rather early on. just never that into it, you dig?
but i will confess that i spent most the evening on the phone yakkin’ with my midget tonight, and if outside circumstances hadn’t dictated we hang up i robably could still be talkin’ to her right now. it’s slightly weird, but in some instances, i don’t mind the phone at all. especially regarding midgets who live much too far away. i don’t get nearly enough midget time in my life, clearly. we balance out each other’s insanity, which is a godsend, and i require it much more. in fact, it’s awesome when i don’t have to do that much talking, because explanations aren’t needed that often — she’s been there, she’s done that, she just gets it. word. and i suck with words anyway, so it helps that we have the mind bullets with each other and don’t have to waste so much time explaining things or deciphering shit. though, as much as i can just listen and listen, i talk about damn near anything with the midget, too. which helps like you wouldn’t believe — because when i’m left to my own thoughts, they eventually devour me.
at any rate, i have to sy talkin’ to the midget all evening long is definitely a spiffy way t0 finish off a fabulous long weekend. well, that and consuming dead cows with the roomie for our memorial day dinner. heh. moo.
