I have been reading this thing for an hour and it’s so goooood! Except you are making me realize that I have no memory anymore and can’t remember a thing that happened to me before 1999. Isn’t that sad? But I love your stories so much! I’m glad you figured out what to do about Frenchie’s nosebleeds and how to lie to your stepfather. Your story about the Dirty Harry movie that tramuatized you reminded me how I was traumatized by The Trial of Billy Jack.
I’d post on that but I’m not sure I can make it funny how I was three and saw my first rape scene. I could try though, right?!
If I try to comment on every post I’ll be here all night. Maybe I’ll go back and comment on the past posts? Is that allowed? Past commentary?
It is so fabuloso to have you back, mujer! I’ll be returning soon to pester you again…
OK, wait I forgot to read the about…STRUDEL…I now have to go back and read more so that I can discover the story of Strudel.
Holy shit. Holy shit. The story of Strudel. I’m agog.
(Now you’re going to read this and see three comments and think so many interesting people have stopped by and it’s all me. Sorry.)
THE STORY OF STRUDEL IS FUCKING INCREDIBLE. Leave it to you to have the most amazing story. I thought ‘oh, want to know what happened to SJ because I am so amazed and excited she had another baby…hum de dum, hum de dum…Ay caramba.’ Wilco Texas Friday?!
I have goosebumps and am now sure that there’s a God. Alright, I already thought there was a God. (Am I scaring you into thinking I am trying to convert you? I didn’t say that God was nice. Sometimes, ok, she’s nice. Maybe not always.)
(Going back to read some more–and look for pictures.)
Hi Miel! Always a pleasure to have you stopping by! Hope your little sprout is well.
SJ!
I have been reading this thing for an hour and it’s so goooood! Except you are making me realize that I have no memory anymore and can’t remember a thing that happened to me before 1999. Isn’t that sad? But I love your stories so much! I’m glad you figured out what to do about Frenchie’s nosebleeds and how to lie to your stepfather. Your story about the Dirty Harry movie that tramuatized you reminded me how I was traumatized by The Trial of Billy Jack.
I’d post on that but I’m not sure I can make it funny how I was three and saw my first rape scene. I could try though, right?!
If I try to comment on every post I’ll be here all night. Maybe I’ll go back and comment on the past posts? Is that allowed? Past commentary?
It is so fabuloso to have you back, mujer! I’ll be returning soon to pester you again…
OK, wait I forgot to read the about…STRUDEL…I now have to go back and read more so that I can discover the story of Strudel.
Holy shit. Holy shit. The story of Strudel. I’m agog.
(Now you’re going to read this and see three comments and think so many interesting people have stopped by and it’s all me. Sorry.)
THE STORY OF STRUDEL IS FUCKING INCREDIBLE. Leave it to you to have the most amazing story. I thought ‘oh, want to know what happened to SJ because I am so amazed and excited she had another baby…hum de dum, hum de dum…Ay caramba.’ Wilco Texas Friday?!
I have goosebumps and am now sure that there’s a God. Alright, I already thought there was a God. (Am I scaring you into thinking I am trying to convert you? I didn’t say that God was nice. Sometimes, ok, she’s nice. Maybe not always.)
(Going back to read some more–and look for pictures.)
Hi Miel! Always a pleasure to have you stopping by! Hope your little sprout is well.