more baggage

thank you to everyone for your comments about the diary posting. it's so interesting to explore how we all view our pasts and some of the measures we've taken to hide who we were, etc. i have to say i was horrified slash having the best time of my life last night when john and i snuggled up into bed and john proceeded to read aloud half of my diary. it's very freeing/excruitiating to hear someone else read your angst and fickleness. i love john because we've known each other forever, and he knows all the people i wrote about when i was 10. i wrote about HIM when i was 10 (see above connections...stacy c. is connected to "jon" (my husband's name...spelled wrong). i love sharing a past with john. i love that he gets as much excitement as i do reading and rereading all these pieces of the past. i'm sorry for breaking up with you in 7th grade for being too fast johnny! he bought me a heart-shaped balloon and i thought the next natural step after a heart-shaped balloon would certainly be kissing, so i dumped his ass.

and eddie's real last name was molina, and eddie was my first boyfriend...so from then on i was known as "nina molina the caaaaahpet cleeaaaanah" (you've got to picture the methuen accent and remember the reference to the then-popular vacuum commercial to get it).