
I can't remember her name. Rebecca I think. We used to play monkeys in the rhododendron bushes at the edge of the big playground. She was lovely. We were 5.
C'mon, tell us about your first love
( , Thu 20 Oct 2005, 10:31)
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Yeah, I had no love life.
I was the only (reasonably-aged, of course) girl on a block full of small, virile boys, so I got plenty of unwanted kisses, incidents of Too Much Information, and the occasional marriage proposal- (Think Bart Simpson's- 'But to save on parking, I'll drive while you sleep! We'll never, ever stop!' proposal. Not much good. ) but my first love was a very, VERY hot (Well, for 4th grade) new boy named Pascal. The archetypal tall, dark, handsome, suit-wearing bastard. He wrote me touching poems, but dumped me brutally in front of my mom. For my best friend.
Give me my lethal injection, please.
( , Sat 22 Oct 2005, 4:38, Reply)
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