Flashback to 8th grade. My school had one of those "Spirit Weeks" where every day was a different theme. The day I most looked forward to was "Pajama Day".
I actually owned a pair of footed pajamas...at the age of 14. Now I think back to those pj's and think they were pretty pervy. Like they were made for adults who like to be treated like a baby as a sexual fetish or something... Regardless I decided to wear them to school.
They were royal blue. As if I didn't look ridiculous enough I also decided to up the "cute" factor by pulling my hair into pigtails...so I essentially looked like a giant pubescent baby...with zits.
Other girls wore their nighties...That was probably more sexy. I looked like Grover.
No wonder I didn't get dates. I really had shit for brains...
Now I'm wondering where my mother found those pajamas...kind of skeeves me out...
Outta here...
Here's my story:
ReplyDeleteMe - 8th grade. Corey - Freshman.
I had that insane crush only an 8th grader could have. Then one Wednesday night, he calls me.
Corey: Got plans for Friday night?
And I was all, like, OMG before OMG even existed. But I kept my shit together.
Me: Lemme check. (pause as I get my breath knowing full well I have Nothing going on) Nope, I'm not doing anything.
Corey: Good, cuz my Mom wants to know if you'll babysit my little brothers.
Me: ~.~
Kendall - HAAAHAAA! I laughed so hard reading that!!! Ah, yes, 8th grade...you should read one of my older posts titled, "Hello, Ronnie?" Very similar story!
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