Le Curiouser
The Acad, that time my two best friends at school ran away to be hobos and/or pirates, delusions of grandeur, my animus embodied by every boyfriend in my dreams, being totally depressed by mildly optimistic, I might name one of my daughters Emil and a son Max,
Sailor Moon
Drawing comics in the library during lunch hour.
Books, books, books, books, books.
Strawberry Shortcake.
Freddie Teddy.
Michael Jackson.
Purple Rain.
The soundtrack to the Wiz.
Playroom.
My Little Pony.
Celebration Station.
Discovery Zone.
LA Gear.
Sister, Sister.
Mechanical pencils.
Drawing.
American Girl.
Christmas dresses.
Hand no nothing.
Do you want 2 CDs?
Do you like to eat out?
Ruby vs. Spectre
Tokyo Pop Squad
Beanie Babies
Soul Blade
Street Fighter
Evil Zone
You play too much.
Play daddy
Play cousins
Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat
Jesus Christ Superstar
Or cheese…
Talk to the foot.
Piss off.
Science class fingering.
Band room blow job.
Over hill, over dale.
Pledge allegiance to the flag that Michael Jackson is a fag.
Naked ladies on lined paper.
Playing Indian under the stairs.
Playing Indian everywhere.
“No, I’m Sailor Moon!”
The dark version of Sonic, not the goofy one.
VR Troopers
Beetle Borgs
Power Rangers
X-Men the Animated series.
“No, I’m Princess Peach!”
Fuck Princess Peach.
Mini games
Bouncy object
Writing Utilsil
“Haaarrrrddd…”
Queen of the Boys.
Playground body guards
Christopher knocked his head.
Washington DC
Suicide (All the drinks from the fountain mixed together.)
Babydolls at school.
Academic Super Bowl
Spell Bowl
Class Hallway
Nerd Pride
Tickle Me Elmo Sweater (went off in class)
Appetite for Destruction
Smells Like Teen Spirit
Blink-182
“Uht.”
Bebe’s Kids
Teepee for my bong hole.
“You killed Kenny!”
One Saturday Morning
“Simmer down, children.”
All That
Crush on Kel, not Keenan
Immature
Don’t go chasing nappy heads.
Beadee Beads.
Ears burnt from the hot comb.
“Are you mixed with Indian? Are you mixed with Mexican?”
“Is that your hair?”
Don’t scratch your head before you get a perm.
Lola Bunny sweater shirt, Lola bunny basketball.
Light skinneded.
Dark skinneded.
“Why you talk like you white?”
“Fuck you listening to?”
Ashy back
Ashy knuckles
Ashy ankles
All the words to Gangster’s Paradise
That’s Just My Babydaddy
Aaliyah
Magnet Schools
No snitching.
Childhood home.
My brother sitting on the couch while he seems to be figuring out his next moves, sneaking out of bed as a child in the middle of the night to be amazed at how different the living room looked in the silence and darkness, absent chrismas tree, photo booth pics because this room looks fancy
Me and the Goober.
teenaged rituals, “random pics,” teen idols, i had blink 182 and hanson on the walls before she took over, new hair do, back when i used to get my hair straightened, we’ve both had people ask if were were mixed with indian or mexican, inside jokes, regular show, travis porter, rack city, disney channel
My block.
Looking for weed, the fact that people have a hard time finding my street because this dude “kushman balling” took it down, realizing that my block is way more notorious than I thought, street cred, A-rab store, looseys, Backwoods cigars, Bottom Side
A ritual from my childhood.
Sailor Moon, Dragon Ball Z, nerd stuff, fan fictions, “Why do you draw like Japanese people?”, peace signs, lunch time video games in the art room, Evil Zone, Soul Caliber, Street Fighter, Hadouken, Ha-doo-kin, drawing comics during lunch hour in the library, that time i slapped antoine mayes in the face,
The best silence in downtown Chicago.
My relationships with old white people, nostalgia, escapism, my tumultous relationship with a grey cat named Hodge (I think we recently established a cool, mutual respect), free white wine, miniature diet coke cans, that time when i found an l. ron hubbard book and was like, “where do i know this name? this stuff is interesting…”, running into the owner in hyde park when i was galavanting with my hot moroccan fling, online novels
