Wow, a post it note. Jackass. I recently attended a funeral of a dear friend from high school, drugs unfortunately. I had not seen anyone since graduation, I got the fuck out of town asap. I pettily have to admit it was redeeming to see how far the so called mighty had fallen. I saw 3 exes who time was not kind to. My sexy husband was looking quite nice comparatively. And the “popular girls” who would never give me the time of day, couldn’t wait to talk to me. How things change.

Thank you so much for sharing.

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