To the Little Girl on the Playground ,
I'm sorry that I called you a liar when you told me that your grandpa was your biological father. And now that I am old enough to know what that means...I'm even more sorry that your mom is your sister and your brother is your uncle.
To the mean girl in P.E. ,
I'm sorry I let you shame me into never wearing my favorite shoes again. My mom paid $3.99 for those bad boys and I don't care what you say...electric blue, vinyl low tops are bitchin'
To Michael C. ,
I'm sorry that I treated you like a scrawny weakling and rolled my eyes in disgust when you couldn't lift all 120 lbs of my dead weight in that dance sequence we did together. I am now willing to accept some personal responsibility for our failure...I guess I could have jumped a little.
To Rhonda D. ,
I'm sorry we would call you a "fashion leper" almost to your face. I can't say you deserved it...but I do hope you have come to realize that the grape purple, polk-a-dot, ruffled chiffon blouse with matching beret was a bit much.
CC
2 comments:
I think there's still time to wear those electric blue vinyl low tops.
No...sadly that time has passed. I have a feeling that the hip factor for electric blue vinyl low tops comes but once in a lifetime.
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