I was reading through my archives tonight (*puts my finger to your mouth* Don’t ask…) I found this and it made me laugh (THE DRUGS!) So I thought I’d post. Enjoy. Ha. Ha.
Last night I found one of my old paper journals. It was from the year 1990, “The Year of My Big, Fat, Stupid Germican Wedding.
GOOD LORD. I can’t read it without cringing in shame at the “gag me with a spoon” factor of the words I had written.
I was 18 at the time, but let me assure you, I sounded more like… 13.
Here are a few snippets.
“many, many good and wonderful qualities”
“Tonight was my bestest friends bridal shower”
“P.S only 3 months, 17 days til I marry my precious Tony!”
“It was ‘Pig Out’ day at work today and BOY! Did I make a pig out of myself (And I said I was going to fast! Oh well, tomorrow!)”
“I was in la la land all day today! I LOVE TONY!”
“I was thinking back to when we first met. I didn’t like him, I thought he was weird and he looked like a rat. Now I love him more than anyone on this earth!”
“Completely and hopelessly in love!”
“Praise the LORD! I’m so lucky!”
“He hung up on me. I was CRUSHED but I did a terrible thing! I called him back and hung up on HIM! I wanted him to know how it felt!”
(Should I stop? Are you throwing up yet?)
“I’m so glad we have a forgiving relationship” (jajajja)
“I love him so much and I pray that I NEVER make him mad again!” (HAHAAAA)
“She said she’s not going to be in our wedding and I was mad so I said ‘GOOD’!!!!”
“Help me Lord!”
“I know he’s been hurt in the past, but in a way? I’m sort of glad because NOW he’ll know what REAL LOVE is!” (haaaaaa)
“I’m so glad he was born! ”
Ok. I’ll stop now. I can’t even stand how emotionally retarded I sound.
The funniest part about it is how the things I found SO FUCKING CUTE about Tony back then are the things that annoy the shit out of me now. Things like him “being the question asker” (my exact words). In my journal, I wrote about how funny I found it that he always asks questions in conversations. Just last night I yelled at him to QUIT INTERROGATING ME! And now I feel guilty about it because, I used to LOVE that about him. Then again, back then, he could have held my face against his ass crack and made me inhale his farts and I would have thought it was bestest, most cutest thing in the world!
Ah, young love. Young, retarded love.