Tuesday, July 10, 2012

diary #8

Lola. Age 11. Excerpt from a very long entry.

April 27, 1993

At the fun fair at the cake walk, Name Redacted asked if the purple shirt that I was wearing was silk. I mean huh? What the heck? Weird.

Really Lola? Was it "weird" that a boy talked to you and asked about your cool shirt? Name Redacted was just being friendly and nice. And thus began my long history of oblivious awkwardness with the opposite sex.

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