The present is so much better than the past.
After nearly 8 years, I've been allowed the opportunity to move on.
I have a tendency to obsess over the past. And when I say "past", I specifically mean the time I spent at the private Christian school which I attended from 5th to 7th grade. The reason for this is how much those three years defined me as a person, for better or worse, and how vivid the memories of my time there still remain. It's hard to put into words how much the school left an impression on me, in both wonderful memories and emotional scars. But that's how life is, a clusterfuck of good and bad.
On any account, I've always wondered what happened to the kids I went to school with, even the ones I didn't like. I want to know how they've changed if at all, what they've become (crossing my fingers for a stripper or at the very least, a high class hooker), and most importantly, if Eddie C. is still smokin' hot. Closure, morbid curiosity, or the chance for schadenfreude? Take your pick.
Monday afternoon, I was given that chance and I must say, it felt great. I found out many interesting things, but the most titilating tidbit I learned was how the church that ran the school became scarily cultish as the years progressed, causing nearly half the congregation to eventually leave, including much of the students.
And thanks to photograhic evidence -- do I post it or not? -- Eddie C. still remains hot, although surprisingly heftier than I imagined he'd be. That's ok, though, I like my men how I like my peanut butter: chunky! (You have no idea how long I've been waiting to use that.)
I have a tendency to obsess over the past. And when I say "past", I specifically mean the time I spent at the private Christian school which I attended from 5th to 7th grade. The reason for this is how much those three years defined me as a person, for better or worse, and how vivid the memories of my time there still remain. It's hard to put into words how much the school left an impression on me, in both wonderful memories and emotional scars. But that's how life is, a clusterfuck of good and bad.
On any account, I've always wondered what happened to the kids I went to school with, even the ones I didn't like. I want to know how they've changed if at all, what they've become (crossing my fingers for a stripper or at the very least, a high class hooker), and most importantly, if Eddie C. is still smokin' hot. Closure, morbid curiosity, or the chance for schadenfreude? Take your pick.
Monday afternoon, I was given that chance and I must say, it felt great. I found out many interesting things, but the most titilating tidbit I learned was how the church that ran the school became scarily cultish as the years progressed, causing nearly half the congregation to eventually leave, including much of the students.
And thanks to photograhic evidence -- do I post it or not? -- Eddie C. still remains hot, although surprisingly heftier than I imagined he'd be. That's ok, though, I like my men how I like my peanut butter: chunky! (You have no idea how long I've been waiting to use that.)
posted by John M at 6:46 PM
3 Comments:
I have to say I shead a single tear as I had a montage of your life at Diaryland, begining to end, but now we are of golden tongues, so it's all good.
Oh and yes, i would love to do a foot fetish website... Or maybe just a porn site, of course I'd have to hire actors and buy lots of watered down elmers for the giz ball, but I can see this happening... can't you?
Okayi updated my link foryou here http://somstar.diaryland.com/links.html but I can't really update it on my profile, it wouldn't do any good lol.
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