Posted on the MySpace board for a friend, on whom I developed a crush in 1st grade that did not dissipate until roughly my junior year of high school and still pangs at my soul from time to time:
the whole thing reminds me of when your dad would make me dress like a hooker and then he'd take me out to the movies. Even though he said we'd take turns, I ALWAYS paid for both of our tickets.
It's funny I mention my junior year of high school, because that's when I joined I-Mockery to compensate for the fact that I had a fairly large number of friends and none of them actually
liked me all that much.
Except for MY BESTEST BUDDY DENISE
