Tonight is my high school class reunion. I’m fucking terrified of going. Scared shitless, ya heard? I haven’t even started getting dressed yet. I have talked myself out of going (and back into going) at least a hundred times, just today! I don’t want to have the conversation that I KNOW is going to take place eight hundred times tonight….

long lost classmate: “So, what are you doing now?”

me: “oh, you know… not a lot. Living in the same podunk town, managing a cafe, trying to finish school, freshly divorced, being a single mom and renting a tiny one bedroom apartment. How about you?”

Blah! That sucks. Can I make shit up? I mean, if it’s someone I won’t see for another 15 years or so, can I totally falsify my life for them? I would be busted on the spot. I’m a terrible liar.

I’m hoping there will be someone there that maybe I didn’t know in school, or that might suddenly seem interesting. You know, somoene with a JOB. That’s always a plus. And with my taste in men, it’s definitely something I need to list as a requirement. You’d think it would be a given that someone would have a job, but the truth is that no, it’s certainly not.

Oh gosh. I am really nervous. I need to get in the shower. I’ve only got 3 hours to get ready!!! Sweet jesus. I’ll probably edit this and add to it before I leave… cause guess what? You are my new friend. Yes, you. I vow to tell you (yes, you) everything from here on out. I like the way you listen to me and keep your unsolicited advice to yourself

Yeah. I might be losing it. Blame it on the nerves. Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol

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