Sort of Judy-Blume-Meets-Girls-Gone-Wild
August 17, 2005 at 11:48 pm | In dudes suck, nostalgia, sex, storytelling | 8 CommentsI know it’s like uh summer, but just now there was this sound out my window that was like rain. And it made me think how nice it would be to be somewhere with a fireplace, sitting inside on a stormy night.
But we are about as far from that as we can be, I think. It’s the part of summer where things get stale. By this time, Vintage Helena would be almost eager to go back to school. Ready to meet all the new boys, feel the new books, and wear the new (old) clothes she’d spent months culling from the Salvation Army.
It was about this part of the summer, between 7th and 8th grade, that I was drunk for the first time.
Johnny Rockstar: II of II
August 16, 2005 at 9:04 pm | In dudes suck, nostalgia, sex, storytelling, why i need therapy | 8 CommentsI don’t know how I let things get so bad. I’m actually drinking cheap merlot for dinner. Out of a coffee mug. Yes, I have food. Frozen dinners and soup-in-a-can. But it’s not condensed soup. It’s Progresso. So I could be worse off.
Don’t judge me!
Below is the second part to my salacious tale of teen lust. Read if you dare. Unless you’re Mom. Then you can check this out! Actually, it’s more funny than it is salacious, and I have to admit it’s on the sad side as well. And long. Fuck it. Read it or don’t; it’s just good exercise for me. Maybe you’ll think of some long-lost memory? You should write to me about that, I’d like to hear yours, too.
Johnny Rockstar: I of II
August 15, 2005 at 6:14 pm | In dudes suck, nostalgia, sex, storytelling, why i need therapy | 8 CommentsA DISCLAIMER: This entry is NOT family- or people-who-get-freaked-out-by-too-much-information- friendly. Proceed at your own risk. And if you are related to me please do not ever let me know you read it, because that will give me the creeps.
Last Friday night when I was at Rina’s, there was like an 80’s/90’s thing happening on the radio, I’m not sure what station it was. But one of the songs that came on was Friday I’m in Love, by (The) Cure. The song was on an album I listened to a lot with my best friend in 7th and 8th grade (I will call her Stacy), when we used to hang out at Knott’s Berry Farm and I was just learning how to cause trouble.
Listening to that song that night after a couple of (ok, a few) drinks, sitting in the backyard, I drifted off into a nostalgic haze.
I thought about that time Stacy and I took our passes and headed to Knott’s to find a certain boy. His name was Johnny Gonzales. I won’t change his name, because he was an asshole. He was tall and skinny, he wore a leather jacket, he had cool sideburns, and he claimed to be a reincarnation of a vampire. Also, he knew magic. I think he was about 17 at the time. I was 13 when he made my virginity disappear.*
Visit my shop!
-
Recent Comments
Eddie on Annoying as all hell Jenn on truTV AJ on That says it all poethelena on Compost Character poethelena on That says it all -
Flickr Photos
More Photos
Blog at WordPress.com. | Theme: Pool by Borja Fernandez.
Entries and comments feeds.
