It snowed all weekend so I stayed inside and went through old books and old diaries.
I guess when I was in high school I used to keep daily journal from 11 to about 15.
Here I am trapped inside and I find this collection of records, so I started going through them.
All the chronicles of my thirteen and fourteen year old self.
Reading about all the reasons I couldn’t stand Tory from school (or her mom, apparently) and how much I couldn’t wait for the sleepover at Selena house that one weekend…all my struggles, all my problems….
I had a minor obession over this one kid, Timothy but as I recall he was fine as fuck.
I was cracking the hell up all afternoon.
Ahhhhhh Dana Dana Dana…