Apparently, I'm tight
...but she's not tight at all.
After spending years sealed and unopened, this weekend I went through and began purging the contents of the "ex-girlfriend" box, which contains all of the miscellaneous pictures, cards, and correspondence from all the women in my past life who I now realize must totally hate me for all the drama I put them through... All I can say is - whatever. At least you got away! At least you didn't marry me! (Well, most of you didn't)
It has turned out to be a surprisingly tough job, because it's really brought back a lot of memories, and unfortunately I am not finished yet by a long shot, but every once in a while I come across a little gem like this, an exchange that occurred between somebody I can't remember and me (I can't really think much...) in 1982 in Grade 11, would have made me chronologically 16-years-old and mentally around 12...
