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May 3, Houston: The big one -- the Inprint reading -- occurs at the Alley Theatre on Monday, May 3. Do not miss it or you'll be sorry. I'm not kidding -- I'm going to say the craziest, most intellectual yet hilarious stuff I can think of, and I'll be sharing the stage with the ultra sexy Oscar Casares, too.

June 24, Houston: I'm one of the peeps scheduled to read at Poison Pen, at Houston's famous Poison Girl bar. Besides me, everyone there will be ultra, *super* sexy. Come see me and drink!

June 26, Washington, DC: I'll be reading at the American Library Association conference. Come on down.

My other blog: Go read my the Houston Chronicle parenting blog (or my ChronMomBlog, as I like to call it) and make sure my kids won't resent me more than other kids resent their own parents.

Buy my new novel, Lone Star Legend. Already did? Well, buy a few more for your friends, then. :)

Thursday, March 16, 2006
Hate

1. The only thing worse than miserable people who take out their misery on others? Is when those people make tons more money than me. Especially when they gain positions of power and inspire stupid and greedy people to act just like them.

2. What's worse than a bully? A grown human being who gets bullied by more powerful people, then turns around and bullies people with less power. Because, you know, treating people like shit because they can't speak English fast enough to defend themselves - yeah, that's gonna make rich people stop calling you ghetto and white trash. Sure.

3. What's worse than sexist men? The women who enable them. Especially if those women tell you in private that they recognize and hate the sexism... but then they play along with it so they won't get fired or broken up with or divorced or whatever. Thanks, sell-outs. Why don't you have a bunch of boy babies and then raise them to be dickheads, too? Oh, never mind... You already did.

I know I just described 70% of America. I know.

Some day I'll have my own planet, and assholes won't be allowed to live there.

There'll be, like, three hundred and fifty-seven people living there. We'll starve to death, of course. But we'll do it politely, goddammit.

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8:21 AM #

Comments:

 Oh man (woman?), do I hear you Gwen. I have worked in Customer Service for almost a decade and it is unbelievable how freaking rude people can be.

I wish that I had started taking notes when I first started at my current part-time job, the stories that I could have told....

I hate that so many people think it's okay to treat others like ass.


# posted by Blogger lisal : 9:38 AM  

 I really want to know what if anything has triggered this very insightful message today. It is way too intense to have just come out of the blue... please to share


# posted by Blogger Stacey : 10:34 PM  

 You know, I just re-read my comment from this morning and it occurs to me that it sounds like I'm asking if you are a woman, which....yeah you are. Unless you've been fooling us readers for a long time.

Anyway, the "woman?" was in reference to my use of the "man" expression. And this rambly comment is what happens when I don't proof read at the time of original commenting. Lesson learned.


# posted by Blogger lisal : 12:26 AM  

 Lisal: No, I understood you the first time. Don't worry. And you should totally put all your customer service experiences on your blog.

Stacey: It was tipped off by me reading my favorite train-wreck blog, which is written by a miserable, hateful person who makes way more money than me. Then that brought to mind something I witnessed last week at TJ Maxx. Then I decided to throw in the behavior I witness every single day at my old, old fashioned day job.

'Cause I like to do things in threes, you know. :)


# posted by Blogger Gwen : 7:02 AM  

 Yes, Ms. Zepeda is it? I'm going to try to speak in a language that you'll comprehende when I say that it has come to our attention that you have three boys that may not be getting all they need to succeed.

I'd like to talk to you more about our Big Bully program if you could call me back. It's a great way for your boys to learn crucial coping skills like "how to turn the other cheek so they can kick your ass next" and "let's go home and take it out on your wife".

Call back in the next five minutes and we'll send you our new book titled, "Secrets of Parenting - How to Raise the Next Generation of Sexist Pigs".

Don't delay. Call today. If we don't answer, our phones will be forwarded to our Boys Ranch in Crawford, Texas.


# posted by Blogger Tiffany : 12:25 PM  

 "Some day I'll have my own planet, and assholes won't be allowed to live there."

I think you just wrote your blog's new tagline.

Or at the very least, the first Gwenworld official T-shirt slogan.


# posted by Blogger Nancy : 10:49 AM  

 I sure would like to know your favorite train wreck blog, as I like to read such things myself. Maybe don't say the whole title, so this doesn't pop up when they Google themsleves...but give me a hint!


# posted by Blogger Yellow Mutant : 11:28 AM  

 We won't starve to death. I'll cook and I'm sure there's at least ONE gardener in the bunch!


# posted by Blogger sith goddess : 8:25 AM  

 Beverly: Haw!

Nancy: Thanks. Actually, now that you remind me... The first official Gwenworld t-shirt slogan was, "Cockle doodle doo, I frickin' rule!"

Yellow Mutant: Email me and I'll tell you.

Sith: Awesome. And I will sew us clothes to protect us from the elements...


# posted by Blogger Gwen : 3:22 PM  

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