It's september 11th yet again: My ss#1's birthday and the day america got b slapped in the face. I was reading my earliest journal; the one that contains, maybe not all but most of the horrors of my middle school years. It made me laugh at how ridiculous i use to be (or maybe still am). It must suck for Helen, that her day is linked to America's day of tragedy. As for me, 9/11 still seems surreal, in fact more so now than 7 years ago. I still remember sitting in the kitchen watchin the twin towers collapse beforemy eyes that day. Here's what my 10 year old self had to say about it:
9/11 was a sad day for everyone, except for the bitches who planned it i bet.
o.o jeez! i was an angry child. Well, i spent the day in honor of 9/11, trying and failing to do a proper handstand. I nearly broke my neck and the glass table in the living room too. Then i ripped open the new october issue of Lucky magazine and lusted over shoes for about an hour. And of course, when i got too depressed staring at "this falls hottest trends", i broke out those old journals and laughed out loud to how incredibly moronic i was/am.
*sigh...God bless America
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Happy Birthday to me...
And I totally get you with the immature whiny journal writing. I can't even read my old entries; I applaud your strength and stamina to endure such torture.
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