Our canary died today. He was a good bird - he liked to whistle along with the Flaming Lips. He also got excited watching football which helped me immeasurably in keeping football on the television screen. We're going to miss him.
A friend forwarded me a list of email addresses and an announcement of my twentieth high school reunion. As curious as I am about some of these people (very few at that), high school was a fucking miserable experience & I can't think of any reason to relive any of it.
By the time the Class of '89 reached senior status, we were a bunch of spineless sycophants bred to define pointlessness. I could not have been more disgusted and let down by my so-called peers. I had lost total respect for them a good four years earlier. I don't see why any of them would hold any respect for our class either. We were as divided and conquered as we could get.
Why they would want to gather again and again sit at separate tables - just like in the good old days - is a mystery to me I can only chalk up to as an obligation of tradition.
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I think I completely pissed off Kim Nevitt when I flat out refused to give her my email address for the 'invitation' to the 20th reunion and told her I wasn't interested at ALL in attending. I've had my house phone number for 38 years but I was sorely tempted to change it just to escape those reunion phone calls.
Fuck me, like I would EVER want to go back to high school. There isn't enough money in the world to pay me to return. And what the hell with all the people who suddenly decided we were FRIENDS during high school and never even spoke to me? Fuck them.
If there is a more miserable experience than mine in, oh Kindergarten through high school, I am loathe to discover what it might be.
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