you know what I just remembered? as savvy eighth graders, my friends and I used to set alarms on our Timex fabric-band watches (mine was army green) so that we would know exactly when it turned 12:34 (maybe for you it was 11:11?) … since, obviously, 34 minutes past noon was a magical time at which the numbers happened to align in such a way on our Timex fabric-band watches that they appeared consecutively, starting at 1 and ending at 4. It’s crazy, I know. Sometimes… just sometimes, though, I can happen to catch it like that even now.
I just don’t get how people find the courage to procreate these days, knowing how overwhelmingly idiotic we were in puberty. bone-chilling, really, the thought of a mini me roaming the halls of junior high wearing braces and Scruncis and Noxzema cream and a half-heart pendant that says, “ends forever” all at once. I’m gutless. Hats off to the midgets. you know, for reproducing even with the probability that their kids will be midgets too. Oh, not PC? sorry, I meant “little people”.
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