Americans,
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11:52 am | 09 April 2003 | FAME! i'm gonna live forever! Just so it's very, very clear to all the popup ads: I do not, in fact, wish to get in contact with my high school classmates. I do not spend much time--i do not, actually, spend any time--wondering where they are, what they have been doing, what they are thinking, and if they are thinking of me. I have no desire to rehash high school, because it would sound defensive, whiny, and wrong. I was a year younger than everyone else and also socially retarded, since i grew up in the woods, reading books in trees and talking to plastic horsies, so it is no surprise to me that i was not really on the Guess? jeans squad. Again, nor did i care. I left the city and then the state and then went all the way to LA and now, finally, I am okay with my proximity to Michigan (two states away), but i am really not about every other motherfucking ad being all "What are YOUR highschool classmates doing? Contact them NOW!!!" all in my face. Pfflet. clm. unless otherwise noted, all work contained herein is � claudia sherman, 2002-04. |