Previously described as:
your boyfriend's ex-girlfriend.
Currently described as:
If I was a mood board you would see: gold, klonopin, a photo of David Sedaris drinking my breast milk and more gold... gold forever.
I was an overprotected daughter and in Jr High School there were 2 boys (Terry and Mike) who would spit “ANOREXIC BITCH!” at me and grab their crotches as I walked by in my big glasses and Benetton sweatshirt.
It was all very VERY Weiner Dog/Welcome to The Dollhouse.
I weighed 70 pounds and was 5’4”. I thought these guys were going to torment me and drag me into the gym bathroom, and like, pull up my shirt to expose my boy sized boobs if I got to close to them. But, I was fascinated by them, “How could kids be THAT BAD?!” One day in drama class one of them grabbed my crotch and I told everyone very dramatically that I was sexually assaulted. All of the ‘prep’ kids supported me, and all of the ‘blue collar’ kids called me a slut. LESSONS!
Anyhow, my point is this: I’m sitting here listening to Eminem’s raps and realizing he’s just an amalgamate of every boy I was afraid of in Jr. High school.