When I was younger, there were some days I would arrive at school wearing some outfit my mother told me not to buy but by then it was too late. And I wore it in spite of her warnings (which may have been more effective if she had just put the mom-roll aside and said, “Michele, one day YOU WILL regret looking like a moron. Let’s just hope no one has a camera today.”) but she didn’t. She was sweet. And so I went to school dressed like a damn near freak-moron-loon and people stared and laughed and that was ok (at the time). And now that i’m older, I sometimes cringe at the thought of some of the things I did and wore.
I sort of feel that way now, after posting that last link. Like someone should have told me to change my cloths before leaving the house. So I deleted that last post. (Now if I could only get Toby to build an editor for my memory).
I told you! You even said I told you in the deleted note. I feel like one of those people that are forced to post a notice in the paper disavowing all contact and responsibility for someone (usually a spouse)and their anticipated actions.
WORLD – IT ISN’T MY FAULT. I DID THE BEST I KNEW HOW. IT WAS PROBABLY HER MOTHER’S FAULT! Yea, that’s the ticket.
one word for you, bob:
FREAK.
Say it slowly. Say it out loud. Make it your friend. Hell, write it on a sticker which reads:
HELLO MY NAME IS FREAK.
only the weak delete their posts…
:P
it was a post about how men can take a pill and make their seaman taste better.
It was silly. That’s why I deleted it. :)
And I am weak. But that’s besides the point.
was it that sort of pill?
This site is about as bad as their product – http://www.fishermansfriend.co.uk
eek.
Meechelle, if you were not the person you were before, you would not be the person you are now. Stop ratting her and give her a break. I like who you have become and although she was hard to live with, I found that other person quite interesting.