How to post-it.
I am so gross. Last night I showered for the first time all weekend... my yellow hair was a stringy brunette.
This morning I went to school without deoderant... and wearing the same shirt I slept in.
But the mother of all things gross...
The image that will haunt me for the rest of my days...
Today...
I saw Eric's weiner on Bob's picture phone.
By the end of the school day, what had originally began as a prank formed into a legend. Over the weekend Eric had taken a picture of his ding-a-ling with Bob's phone... which he had left at Justin's house. I had publicly stated that I did not want to see this famous photo.
Yet, Bob wouldn't let me have my peace.
In my moment of vulnerability, Bob shoved his phone before my wide-open eyes... and I saw the dreaded beast... while I was eating.
I need a big brother to harm Bob for destroying my perception of the male genitalia.
This morning I went to school without deoderant... and wearing the same shirt I slept in.
But the mother of all things gross...
The image that will haunt me for the rest of my days...
Today...
I saw Eric's weiner on Bob's picture phone.
By the end of the school day, what had originally began as a prank formed into a legend. Over the weekend Eric had taken a picture of his ding-a-ling with Bob's phone... which he had left at Justin's house. I had publicly stated that I did not want to see this famous photo.
Yet, Bob wouldn't let me have my peace.
In my moment of vulnerability, Bob shoved his phone before my wide-open eyes... and I saw the dreaded beast... while I was eating.
I need a big brother to harm Bob for destroying my perception of the male genitalia.