Whine: Two words: Cabin. Fever. We are gagging for some playground fun, some sidewalk chalk, some jump rope, some bubble blowing.... something OUTSIDE!!!
Wish: I fervently wish my butt crack wouldn't hang out of these jeans. Embarrassing.
Woo-hoo! I'm having dinner with my best girlfriends from high school tonight. It's been too long since I've seen them. So many people I know don't keep in touch with friends from high school, but these are some of my favorite people on the planet. They knew me while I was being molded, you know? While I was becoming me. I had low self-esteem in those days (quite a contrast from the conceited Jules you know today!), but I always knew I couldn't be too much of a loser because I had such flippin' awesome friends. Teen angst bonds people for life, don't you think? I mean once you go through the drama of mad, unrequited crushes, rotten cheerleading coaches, biz-nitchity, gossipy girls, I have to believe you are bonded for life. That kind of angst bonds like superglue. I wouldn't let my butt crack hang out in front of anybody else.
2 comments:
HA! You had low self esteem? I find that hard to believe. Esp since those jeans look awesome on you. And I haven't even seen them. : )
Is the weather groddy up there???? Why can't you play outside?
I agree with Carla. Having trouble imaging you look anything other than stellar.
Have fun tongiht with your high school bestie's! I've lost contact with so many of mine. I miss them though from afar. pour some out for me and my crew :)
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