[29] Old School Crushin’ (aka Friendly Stalking)
In a a very special Throwback Thursday (#TBT) on Instagram (IG), I posted a picture of my middle school crush. It reminded me of how easy it is today to crush on someone and friendly stalk them on social media. Me, I didn’t have it so easy. Let me start from the beginning. I was […]
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[All Aboard] TGRXPRS
I will probably remove this post when I come to my senses, but for now, I’ll leave it be. It’s almost mid-November. Normally I would kind of be happy. The holiday season is just around the corner, after all. But in 10 days from now, it will be 4 years since my teacher and good […]
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[26] Stop, Sausage Thief!
When I was growing up, all I ever heard about was the things that used to happen — before I was born. For instance, they’d always go to the beach and go different places. My mom would buy all the good stuff, back in the day when things were cheaper and my mom wasn’t as […]
[In Memoriam] Father. Friend. Never Forgotten.
I was at the even bigger “happiest place on earth” — Disney World — when I got the call. My friend had called and asked me if I had heard the news. My friend, who I’d only seen cry maybe once, but otherwise never let her emotions get the best of her, broke down and […]
[11] Would you like a side of beat down?
Let’s face it. Little kids can be a**holes. And I was no exception.I was generally a good student. Heck, I was a teacher’s pet. In second grade, I could swear to you that my teacher would’ve gladly adopted me and called me her own. I always got star stickers and kept my desk clean. I […]
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[8] Blame it on the rain (yeah, yeah)
My guest appearance on the PGPeepcast mixed with the rare wet weather in Southern California was the perfect recipe for the topic of this entry — pissing my pants.It was a dark and stormy school day. I was in fifth grade — Mrs. Molina’s class. She usually read some story to us. I remember her reading “Homeward […]
