So the thing is...the idea of going back to the town for the SOLE PURPOSE of seeing the people I wasn't sorry to leave over and over and over makes me a tad nauseous. It's one thing to float in and out of town without really committing to anyone or anything (sounds scarily like my past dating habits) but to say, "Yes! I will be THERE! With all of YOU! Who I ran as far away as I nationally could the minute it was feasible! Drinking alcohol! And reminiscing! Super! Fucking! Duper!"
I was a tad scandalous, if you can imagine that, throughout the entirety of my life there. And being as I come from the Blue Blood Deliverance of South Jersey, these fellow in-breds who just marry one another and breed all the way back to the early 1600's..well...this is the fiber this town is founded upon.
Anyhooo...I left a lot of shit back there every time I would run away. It would have been one thing if I had been low key and under the radar. But, as you may have gathered, that isn't my style. So I was "popular" and involved and in IT all the time all the while completely undermining what I found to be ridiculous codes and whispered dogmas of a town with a history and status and secrets and battle wounds such as this one.
So I am wrestling now, you see.
I haven't gone to a reunion there since my 5 year when I was still fucking hanging out with the same enormous group of white WONDER bread (BREAD) too wealthy to understand real work, too wealthy to have to really study hard, too wealthy to give a shit about the weight of judgment, too wealthy to fucking move the fuck out of the goddamned town.
Wow.
I sound bitter.
But it would be rad to see the chicks who were a part of my grand clan of be-inners. The superior have to be cool with me because I was the chick who was best friends with all of your boyfriends (many - now husbands) on guy night because you were twat pockets no one wanted to be around. The kind of girls who look like they are sucking in a piece of shrimp tail caught in their teeth as they try to cordially say hello to me through said clenched teeth. It's that "Oh fuck, you again." sort of thing. Just because I don't accept your friend request on Facebook doesn't mean I don't check your photo albums out on the sly mofos.
Many of you have not aged well.
Karma fuckers.
Yeah, I am clearly rethinking this trip.
August 28, 2007 A blog I wrote about my town following an "incident" and article in Philadelphia magazine...mind you I was still living within minutes of said town:
I was a tad scandalous, if you can imagine that, throughout the entirety of my life there. And being as I come from the Blue Blood Deliverance of South Jersey, these fellow in-breds who just marry one another and breed all the way back to the early 1600's..well...this is the fiber this town is founded upon.
Anyhooo...I left a lot of shit back there every time I would run away. It would have been one thing if I had been low key and under the radar. But, as you may have gathered, that isn't my style. So I was "popular" and involved and in IT all the time all the while completely undermining what I found to be ridiculous codes and whispered dogmas of a town with a history and status and secrets and battle wounds such as this one.
So I am wrestling now, you see.
I haven't gone to a reunion there since my 5 year when I was still fucking hanging out with the same enormous group of white WONDER bread (BREAD) too wealthy to understand real work, too wealthy to have to really study hard, too wealthy to give a shit about the weight of judgment, too wealthy to fucking move the fuck out of the goddamned town.
Wow.
I sound bitter.
But it would be rad to see the chicks who were a part of my grand clan of be-inners. The superior have to be cool with me because I was the chick who was best friends with all of your boyfriends (many - now husbands) on guy night because you were twat pockets no one wanted to be around. The kind of girls who look like they are sucking in a piece of shrimp tail caught in their teeth as they try to cordially say hello to me through said clenched teeth. It's that "Oh fuck, you again." sort of thing. Just because I don't accept your friend request on Facebook doesn't mean I don't check your photo albums out on the sly mofos.
Many of you have not aged well.
Karma fuckers.
Yeah, I am clearly rethinking this trip.
August 28, 2007 A blog I wrote about my town following an "incident" and article in Philadelphia magazine...mind you I was still living within minutes of said town:
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gigondas:
I think it is a bit awkward to throw in a new perspective at the end. Wanna take a crack at weaving her voice in earlier?
fashionista:
LOL! Love the nickname ha ha. And of course! I didn't do my own lashes, but now that I know how she did them, I am SO going to attempt it myself. I was so scared (panicking like a freak during) because I thought she was going to glue my eyes shut hahaha. The things we do for beauty, huh? lol And I'd love to be your fashion guru queen. lol