The Yearbook
A friend, who will remain nameless, mostly because I’m embarrassed for him, was talking to a girl through the dating website eharmony.com and found out that she lives in my home town and graduated high school the same year as I did. Last night during MNF, between Shnookums and myself we couldn’t figure out who this girl was and it was bugging us. So, the little lady, who also went to high school with us, goes and gets my high school year book because she thinks she knows this girls identity. She looks up the suspected target and it turns out to be a wholly unattractive girl that we all kind of remember but none of us really knew. She was into drama and, not to sound elitist or anything, that wasn’t the crowd that I was hanging out with. Suffice it to say that our unnamed friend has promised to cut off contact with drama girl from high school upon our urgings.
After everyone went home thinking
- Senior Quote
- My answer to the question: What is the most valuable thing you’ve learned in school?
Holy fuck, I am gay. Son of a bitch, I can’t believe I didn’t see this early. Shit, I’m surprised this quote didn’t ruin my life entirely, though it does explain a lot of things. For instance, this must by why every time my father addresses me, the sentence ends with “fag”. It’s probably also the reason homeless guys don’t ask me for money on the streets and instead try to avoid my gaze and shake their heads. Honestly, I can’t believe I have any friends at all after that. Even now, I’d liken myself to
Putting on the brakes. That was just too heavy. I have to stop now lest I discover that my mother is an alien and my dog hates me. There are a few other quotes and a couple of articles I horribly wrote, laced throughout the yearbook, which I have left out. I covered the cream of the crop. I’m going to go dunk my head in the toilet and drowned myself. Either that or drink myself into a stupor and run through the neighborhood naked while expressing my inner anguish through the majesty of song. See you on the other side.
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