Patrick Hutchison was the object of my seventh and eighth grade affections. Man, he was so fine … (remember when we used to say that?) He was in Mr. Jones’ seventh grade English class with me. I remember three things about that class: Patrick was in it, Mr. Jones was nice, and on his bald, […]
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WARNING: This post contains details of experiences which would preferably happen only in the bathroom–your own bathroom. Reader discretion is advised. I’d like to be classy. I remember that when Brian and I first moved here and I was working at the candy store, Liz Barnhardt commented to me how funny her family thought it
You’re jumping up and down and you feel something brown… Read More »
WARNING: This post contains details of experiences which would preferably happen only in the bathroom–your own bathroom. Reader discretion is advised. I’d like to be classy. I remember that when Brian and I first moved here and I was working at the candy store, Liz Barnhardt commented to me how funny her family thought it
You’re jumping up and down and you feel something brown… Read More »
Remember that childhood story about me holding that picture of Kim (my childhood best friend who had recently moved across town) while I forced tears out of my eyes and sappy music played in the background? Well I have a little more to say about my friendship with Kim. She was my first (as in
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Remember that childhood story about me holding that picture of Kim (my childhood best friend who had recently moved across town) while I forced tears out of my eyes and sappy music played in the background? Well I have a little more to say about my friendship with Kim. She was my first (as in
This time you get the thousand words Read More »
Today while I was at the library, I got a call from the principal at Camp’s school. He told me that he had been made aware that Camp had been passing out a “letter” of some sort at recess and asked me if I knew about it. Sure I did. I had been the one
Today while I was at the library, I got a call from the principal at Camp’s school. He told me that he had been made aware that Camp had been passing out a “letter” of some sort at recess and asked me if I knew about it. Sure I did. I had been the one
I’m still really tired. Unfortunately, I really don’t have any good excuses for being so. You know why?! Because my boy Skip is sleeping through the night!!! The last two nights he slept close to 12 hours straight! Now this may not be any big thing to some of you, but I’ll have you know,