A Twist of Things to Come

I just got the LJ email with the subheading "Holiday Debuggery" which sent me to my naughty/happy place giggling like a loon. There were "kinks" with their holiday promotion, see.

ROFL. I'm a naughty cow.

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An old friend(ish) from Christian School friended me on Facebook. Hadn't spoken to her or her sister (whom I rather liked) in many years. I liked her mother a lot, and just found out she died last year, which sucks. I've seen one friend from the Christian school years semi-regularly -- one who was particularly nice to me (by comparison) and who turned into a really nice grown up. She called me in tears when she heard my mother died and even came to the funeral. Her name is Johnie.

Anyway, a few newsy notes about the other 'friend,' and some of that group. They all still live in a 30 mile radius of the school, seems like. Apparently, most of them homeschool. There's talk of having a reunion, even. They still keep in touch with our tenth grade teacher, which blows my mind. I liked her well enough, but my time in that school was easily the worst period of my life, ever. Seems like most of them married right out of high school. The one I know who didn't and may have attended college is on her second marriage, with kids and steps, too. She was the worst of the lot - to me, anyway.

I won't go into why I have such a visceral reaction to anyone from that group (even Johnie, to a lesser degree). I like to think I'm beyond wanting them to be miserable, but apparently I'm not above enjoying it when it happens. I'm a bit ashamed of the fact, but there you go. Christian middle school was the only hell I've really known, and in the grand scheme of things that makes me a lucky bitch. I admit that.

One of the best things about leaving home was knowing I'd never have to make nice with some of those bints again. Now, with age and a bit of perspective, I'm anxious to meet up with them and see how they take it when I tell them I've written gay erotica for pay. I've tried to imagine it, and I just can't. If they have a reunion, I just might go.

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Now, for the fun, via narniadear :



That's the first of four, and I found it very enjoyable. "Barrowman!"