The Locked Door

Slim and Ace took a cigarette out on the balcony and closed the glass door behind them. Chip and I were sitting opposite sides of the room watching Forrest Gump.

He then mumbles something like, “You think it would be funny if I could secretly lock the door without them seeing and then watch them struggle to get in?”

I laughed back with a response like, “You should do it! Look…they will never see you and then we could pretend like we don’t see them through the glass door. We’ll just continue to watch the movie and never look up!”

It was such a great idea!

Chip walked up close to the door.

I was the look-out (of course).

Nobody was watching…

Chip inched closer and closer to the door.

As soon as his hand was an inch away from the lock,

Slim ran up to the door screaming, “NO! Don’t lock it!”

Chip proceeded to run away and pretend like nothing happened. Slim then started banging on the door, “Let me in damn it! I don’t want to be locked outside!”
I proceeded to watch the movie…after all…that was the plan.
Slim continued to beat until it shook the house.

Ace, then came running and screaming to the door, “Let me in! Let me in! Let me in!!”

10 minutes later...

they are banging, pleading and screaming...

STILL

Chip finally just stood up and screamed, “What’s wrong with you?? We’re trying to watch a movie here! Can you not let your damn selves inside on your own?!”
Slim looked down to see ...

it was never locked the full 12 minutes she was banging on the door.

It was priceless.

It was WAY better than seeing the door ACTUALLY locked.

This may sound wierd but do you get that same tight feeling in your chest when you remember things in the past? I mean, there are times that something will either spark a memory or remind me of something I went through before. It could even be something small like the smell of apples in the school hallway of my Oklahoma middle school-or something big to the depression thoughts I was having at the end of my 4 year old relationship. Sometimes when these events/memories completely consume my thoughts, I get this tightness in my breathing, my limbs go numb and I feel like I am claustrophobic. Even to something so small as the smell of red apples. I think I have felt this since I was kid. It's just the more recent memories are so vivid, that the intesity can't and probably won't decrease. It's possible that I am just nuts...who knows? ;)

Lesson Learned...

I learned today…

That when you’re tired, not just any tired…TIRED…
That it is okay to lay your weary head to rest

Yesterday morning Slim’s little brother was arrested and charged with multiple offenses. Already upset about this, her parents were pretty heart-broken too. We were supposed to go to the river with some co-workers and drink just a little bit, float and just relax from the stressful week. I know Slim was a little shaken up so I stopped her in the hallway before leaving telling her not to be so stressed or upset about her brother right now. In fact, the hour ride to the river, we didn’t say one word about the situation. I knew she was upset but I wanted her to be happy and I knew she was so excited to float the river.
When we got there, we had to wait in a line for almost 2 hours. There was no shade and no water. There was beer in the cooler, but I can’t stand the taste of beer. Anyway, after being burnt to a crisp in the line, we finally paid for the tubes and started the 2 hour float of a fun relaxing ride. I was drinking margaritas and had enough to keep an eye on Slim because she started getting pretty close to the limit with being loud yelling silly things. The river patrol walking along side the river waved her down but she turned around in her tube to pretend she didn’t see him. Some people around were motioning Slim that the officer was calling her but Slim ducked in her tube. Once the officer marked our entire group down (including her co-workers) to get out of the river. After sitting another half hour in the sun speaking with the cops about how we have no idea where she went. Slim had plunged under water and swam away! We got let go and I looked for her at the end of the river. I looked for her at the tube place. I looked for her back at the truck and after so long of waiting, 3 more hours had passed and I could barely even stand from the aching pain of my skin burns. After the long ride home, I found out that Slim was in jail. I couldn’t believe it! After letting her release all her emotions in the jail booking, they let her go and gave her a scare! Not knowing she was on her way home, I dropped off the friends that had car-pooled with us and dropped everything at home to drive back and get her out of jail. The sad thing was on my hour long ride up there, she had found a ride to get all the way back home. So I had to come back home after finding out she already made it home! What an effing mess! The minute I stepped foot at home, I dropped my purse and collapsed to the ground and just let go. I also fell hard asleep right there in the middle of the floor!
What a freakin day!

-MJ

So …horrible day. No, not just horrible, immensely painful. My body feels like it is going to break apart. I wanted so badly to do that to myself but I knew that I needed to live up to what I did and take the punishment. Thankfully it ended in a way that really wasn’t that bad. I just was so disappointed in myself. That’s what hurts the most about the whole situation. Oh! One thing MJ did forget to mention was since I was taken to jail with nothing but my swim suit I had no keys to unlock our door after I was so graciously given a ride back home. So what did I have to do, climb up the balcony! I still don’t know how my slim little arms were able to handle supporting me to pull m self up onto the balcony. Needless to say, today I don’t want to do anything but enjoy lounging on my big red couch. Lesson Learned.

Slim

The chronicles of MJ and Slim: How They Met

The first time I saw her was in IPC class. As I entered the classroom, I knew nobody so I decided to sit in the back next to the pregnant oriental girl. Slim sat next to Zuniga (the quarterback of the school football team) and was on the opposite side of the room. I tried to make friends in school, even though I was still uneasy from the friends I had to leave when my parents decided to get another divorce and move out 50 miles away to Austin, TX. The oriental girl was constantly texting on her cell phone to her baby daddy so I had no way to communicate to the person sitting right next to me so I fixated my attention to the table across the room at Slim and Zuniga. Slim was skinny like me and had long straight untamed hair like I did. She was laughing and her laugh was loud, obnoxious and unique…just like mine. My curiosity struck me and I found myself leaning over the lab table trying to justify what was so funny. I figured that if she was anything like me that it MUST be funny. Slim had a permanent marker and she was catching Zuniga on his arms with thick dark strokes. Every time he tried to escape or pull away, she would make the harsh lines even darker and more intense. He wanted to move. You could see it in his face, it was hopeless for him I am sure he thought but I personally, thought it was one of the funniest things I have ever seen in my new high school life. She was my perfect match for the best friend I had been looking for and needing for so long.
--MJ

The first time I met MJ was in my favorite class, IPC. At the time I figured I would sit next to something that was familiar. I had just moved from Midland and there was definitely an abundance of Mexican boys…and Zuniga fit the mold. It was fun for me to play the childish games of writing on each other for entertainment. I knew that it probably wouldn’t last forever…and then there was MJ. When I left Midland, I left my best friend…it was the hardest thing I ever had to do and I thought I would never find someone like her that I would connect to. Fortunately for me, MJ was even better than the friend I lost. My fondest memory of our class was when we would be at the “back” table…we weren’t sent there for any reason…this was just the only place where we could draw in peace. Now you may ask why did you need to draw in peace…what could you possibly need peace for to draw? Well it wasn’t necessarily peace we needed than it was privacy. MJ and I probably could have been beaten up for our crude and obscene depictions of our unknowing classmates. I remember one very fondly…we liked to call him “Peanut Head”…sad thing was…he really did have a peanut head. We would laugh uncontrollably in our back little corner and it was one of the best times in my life. We sometimes bring it back out and laugh just like we use to…it was a time where MJ and I would cut off the rest of the world and it was just us. MJ definitely made my transition from lonely girl drawing on Mexican boys in class to the crazy girl in the back laughing at some drawing pad with her best friend.
--Slim

For those who are completely confused on the “peanut head” drawing…this should answer SOME of the questions. Attached are the sacred drawings of Slim and MJ. Never have these images been released to the public but make note of all the expressive and creative details of every image.

We were the bad girls that never talked mess to people in the school, we would just go into our little burn book and draw what we thought of them. Oh…those cruel city girls!

Introducing.... (Drum roll please)

Move out of the way betches...

The City Girls are here.


MJ is a 23 year old full-time art student that works 40-50 hours a week at a big-time corporation. She also takes care of her two-year old daughter, named Mailey. MJ is the crazy one, randomly throwing a handful of markers across the room just to get a rise from someone nearby. At times she may seem unstable but it's only because her head is always spinning different directions. She works hella hard for the things she has and is determined to use her brain to gain financial and personal success. MJ likes to think she is always right. It's hard to win any kind of battle with her. Once its even been proven, she then starts arguing with science and logic.


Slim is also 23 working with a phenomenal real estate company. Slim is the clean one, making sure the house is spic and span at all times. The Mexican martini is constantly pumping through her veins though. Her road rage is atrocious. If a poor old man is trying to accelerate on to the highway and is going as fast as his dinky little tinker car can go, one could view megan in her big white truck accelerating and coming from behind him going 50 mph honking and screaming out the window. And when she sits up on two wheels to pass the old fellow, she flips him off and screams at him as she passing him burning rubber. Then for the next 6 minutes she curses and yells until she transfers back into idle mode.


Both girls experienced the same life experiences together growing up best friends through high school. Ever since IPC class freshman year, they have been inseparable. Slim says, "You know , we were supposed to be sisters but when God was designing us he thought, 'I'll have to give these girls separate mothers...WAY too much CRAZY to handle for just one mom."

We came up with this idea to blog about our lives in the city of Austin because it is just too BAD ASS to not be interested in. Oh, and please don't confuse our confidence with cockiness...we are from that. And if you don't like it, or you disapprove than you can call us whatever you'd like...we'll just call you JEALOUS! ;)

This is who we are...the true chronicles of Mj and Slim. Completely raw...just the way it truly is.

We find our lives pretty entertaining and hope that you will too!