Tuesday, December 21, 2010

A way with words, he had






Home = finding and looking thru old yearbooks.

Aw = this dude dumped me for an older woo-man (15 to my 13) and I was saaaaaaaaad.

Awesome = knowing now he later spent our senior year trying/failing to date me.

I wish I could say that didn't fill me with tiny joy buckets. But it does. Falallalalaaaaa.

5 comments:

  1. With that yearbook comment, your payback happies are soooo justified!!

    My fave sweet revenge short stories: F.ScottF.'s "Bernice Bobs Her Hair", Poe's "Hopfrog", and...I'm missing one more, yours?

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  2. Ha! Love this. I wish I could go back and tell Junior High Laura so many things. Like: that guy who keeps harassing you and throwing water on you and told everyone you wanted a Barbie for xmas in 7th grade and calling you a lesbian/telling everyone you are a lesbian? Yeah, he's gay and actually completely miserable right now growing up in Fargo. In other words, it's not you, it's him.

    Also- that kid FB friended me the other other day. Random! (Still kind of wanted to yell at him about the Barbie & water-throwing, though)

    Now why are you in Maine again? You didn't grow up there right?

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  3. Facebook is my pal in this department. I'm from a pretty stereotypical Midwestern town, and most of them got fat. And married fat women LOL.

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  4. Oh man, I obsess over old yearbooks. I also spent a little too much time just now trying to figure out the signature you were so craftily covering.
    I DO NOT MISS being thirteen.

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  5. @lvd: can i have more time to think of my answer?? i'm impressed with your speed!

    @nav: holy god! i have such a similar story to that one. a time machine would be SO nice, to help out our sad, former selves. (and WHY do these people-who-were-mean-to-us friend us on the FB???)

    @meredith: w.b. that help? ;)

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