The Best of The WorstThis blog features writing from my younger years … from mortifying diary entries and bad poetry to high school newspaper articles and short stories. As a tortured teen, I would have been crushed had my poignant poems and powerful prose not been taken seriously. But the funniest things are often those that are unexpected, and re-reading my efforts as an adult, I find that I was often at my best and most entertaining when I was trying to be anything but that.
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Category Archives: Friends
Soon after the night we played our little game, Steve and Paula stopped seeing each other. “Did you break up with him or did he break up with you?” I asked here the next day during lunch. “Neither of us … Continue reading
Well, me and M are still going out, and we’re definitely not shy anymore. But first things first, I got my car, cleaned it up and put carpet in the back. But my mom still won’t hardly let me drive … Continue reading
So here I am, doing nothing. I am sick of all my friends. Ya wanna know why? Okay, here it is. S is a whore. Well. Maybe not, but she has no respect for herself and neither do I.
The next day, Barbie found out from Gerald Edwards that Kelly was staying at Jenny’s for three days while her parents were out of town. “Goodbye mom,” Barbie called, as she walked in the door after talking to Gerald.