Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Thursday, September 05, 2002
To cure my depression, I did the following:
1. Bought four Walnut Swirl Brownies (Caramel Fudge Cake was not available)
2. Opened a bottle of wine
3. Texted my friends to inform them I’m depressed
4. Played Red Alert, Battle Realms, The Sims
5. Called my mom to tell her that because of my stupidity, our car got some scratches… Promised myself that instead of spending my book allowance, I’ll give it to my mom so we can repaint the car again… I feel so guilty…
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I feel that this is the worst week ever, and it’s only half way through.
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For some unknown reason, the qualities of my grade school crushes came back to haunt me. Maybe, to further aggravate my already sinking spirit.
I will enumerate them so you’ll realize what I mean…
Xtian H2O – was my first crush. He was very cute, very nice, and very smart. But whenever I remember him, I also remember the look of disgust on my kindergarten teacher’s face as she tried to wash the shit off Xtian’s chair.
Patrick, who I thought was the love of my life when I was in grade two had no excretory problems. He was also nice, intellectual, and very competitive. The problem was, he was only nine years old and he’s already wearing inch-thick glasses. No kidding. His spectacles magnified twice the actual size of his eyes. To this day, he holds the record as my longest crush ever.
I am (his real name) was pretty normal. Again, very nice, born leader, and also brainy. He’s cute, two years older than me, and he spoke softly. Unfortunately, he’s gay.
Ramzel was my last crush in grade school. He regularly gave my friend and me the most delicious boat tarts ever. But he wasn’t very nice. ‘Cause he was a pervert at the sad age of twelve.
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