Okay, so if you haven't guessed, I was a bit of a loser in high school. By that I mean that I wasn't popular. At all. I was a loner, mostly. Except that I was always careful to have a boyfriend nearby to feel like I was normal... It's late and that doesn't make much sense now, but I was sort of brain-addled in my youth. My nickname was Daria, which pleased me because I must be fairly witty and sarcastic. Also, I wore combat boots. I know -- very different from today....
I have made the mistake of reconnecting with the few people in hs that were not total fuckers in the past week via friendster. Can I just vent for a moment? I was always told that the people who were popular and cheerleaders and "cool" were already living out the best days of their lives and that they would end up has-beens doomed to live vicariously through their wild teenage children.
So why is it that THE popular girl has her own couture line? And why is it cute? And she's lost all traces of baby fat. That bitch! As of next Monday, I will once again be unemployed or crawling back to the Gap... I can't seem to find sustaining work as a designer.
On the other hand, I do have a collector husband... but still.... grrrrrr.
rant over
that is all
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