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i like to think about this question a lot with the people i meet for the first time as an adult. i like thinking about my brother and my bffs and compare their childhoods to today. there are some people who i can never imagine being children ever, like my aunt. i think i was a little petulant (duh) but easily guilted by my parents. i had something of a temper too. i didn't intentionally start this thread to talk all about myself, but someone has to go first. i had a subscription to the national enquirer and i never missed my x-files i wouldn't do my homework if there was something good on FOX that night i had a recurring dream about my house being on fire. i once tried to see if it was possible to fit my mattress out my window in case i had to jump and land on something. when i got really angry, i used to take a belt and strip the paint off my door as hard as i could. i once threw a silverware holder at a senior counselor at sleepaway camp and lost a shoe in the ensuing chase through the woods i practically was grisabella from cats when i was seven when my brother broke my foot when i was 11 he told me i couldn't cry until i knew it was broken, so i didn't i refused to join boyscouts because the meeting was on friday night and that was the same night as cybill. i spent a lot of time alone in my basement drawing on the floor my favorite book was about these toys that came to life to help these old people keep their home; i read a connecticut yankee in king arthur's court a lot for some reason i sang in the children's choir; i was good with accents i could never bring myself to light bugs on fire. oh, and if you don't respond to this thread i'm just going to make up what i imagine your bullet points to be at work tomorrow.