i jumped on facebook this afternoon to post a few quick things...and a girl from high school im’d me. the last time i saw her was at the office when she was applying for a job, which i was frightened she would get because i had already done my time with her in high school. she did take me to see REM at the old Arena, but only because the boy she asked said no. i will forever be in her debt for that one. she is nice, but one of those big haired girls who you would think was from texas (Not that there is anything wrong with Texas - but you know the type), but she's really from Sullivan which is i guess is south of here and are known for their large KKK presence - they got in a huge legal battle a few years ago because they wanted to sponsor the highway clean up program and have their own sign.

she’s the one always dredging up those all high school photos on facebook where i have ridiculous 80s hair, giant glasses and sort of look like in owl in most of them because they are from concert choir. where are my cool cheerleading pictures? oh that’s right, she wasn’t a cheerleader. (insert bitchy high school laugh here) i wasn’t the epitome of the cheerleader. i was the crossover person - had friends in all “groups” and high school classifications, well as much as you can when there are 80 kids in your private catholic school grade level and you’re all pretty much white middle class, except for that one random baptist who got kicked out of all the other schools, and that one african american boy who was there for a while - which didn’t last long because you couldn’t even talk to him because he hated white people. total reverse discrimination. i did branch out and date that public school boy i met at the fair for a while...scandal.

Anyway, she IMs me and says..."Did you know Chris H is on facebook?" i have no idea why she’s telling me or how to respond, so i say “wow – no haven’t heard anything about him in yours’ (nor care to I should have said). She says “Well, he’s on his 3rd marriage/relationship”...i can see her sitting at her computer typing, all eyebrow raised and judgmental. At this point I want to say. Well, we can’t all marry our prom date. But I didn’t. I say – I have to go to a meeting...and log out. omg small towns. Love them for many reasons, don’t live there now for many reasons. seriously. she married her prom date - again, not that there is anything wrong with that, but don’t be spying on high school “friends” and saying stuff like that about them. she wasn’t like...he has 2 cute kids or he moved to cleveland...nope, go straight to the brand of what type of relationship or non-relationship he was in. how would you even know there were 3 ? 3 sets of mismatched kids? 3 of those insane “chris is now single” updates? no matter how far away you may get in distance and in time, you’re still always going to be someone’s definition of (high school) misfit.

did i mention she wore her prom dress on halloween this year...and went with her actual prom date...ok...i’ll let it go.