MG
I just spent about half an hour reading all your old LJ entries. Wanna know something? That post, in 8th grade: Saturday, December 14th, 2002
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5:42p
HanZ is a bitch.
I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her.
And if you're reading this, HanZ, go stick your head up your ass, where it belongs.
Man, I just laughed and laughed and laughed for like three minutes, and I don't know why...remember the CP times? Lesbo Lexi and I need the bean (hey hey hey hey)? And RIBS 4! PRAYER CIRCLE! And when I had my first boyfriend and was so excited that I completely ditched you for three months, and GO YAFFA! And when we'd just inhale those cheese fries and I never thought I was fat at 13? And when you stir fried for my 14th birthday and we went on that walk in the mud and climbed that crappy old treehouse thing? When we'd hang out at RTC all the time and go back to your house and watch VH1 and the Food Network and eat ice cream, like that time in 7th grade when I broke the spoon? The 7 hour holocaust movie, I was Anna and you were Rudy, except I died and you never let me forget it. When we'd talk in Spanish because we thought we were so cool, except we'd say every other word in English, and people thought we were dating and we promised eachother that if neither one of us was married at 30 we'd have an apartment together in NYC and drink fraps and play the Stargirl game all day? And every year when I'm supposed to be repenting and all I can do is think about that?
Hell, we can't promise to change, though God knows we try (do we...?)
But just letting you know, I remember.
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