How cute is this?
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color blue of an eye, the slight wave to their hair, the smooth, sculpted muscles of a stomach… And no matter how much an actor may come close to what I envision, in my mind, no one compares.
imals (a three-legged cat and one-eyed hamster), put up with her matchmaking grandmother, consider Twinkies a part of a balanced diet, and live with the knowledge that thanks to a family curse she can never find true love.
t, and that because of his illness his whole life has had to change. He has had to change.
When I was in high school, we referred to the junior/senior prom simply as Prom. Not the prom. Prom. Proper noun. As in, "Are you going to Prom?" "Anybody ask you to Prom yet?" "I found a wicked awesome dress for Prom this weekend. It'll rock with my black lace half-gloves & asymmetrical haircut."
I, like many geeky misfits, lived for Camp. (Prom not so much.) Camp was time out of time, a brief respite from a social hierarchy cemented in elementary school. Camp was full of kids who didn't know about the time in 3rd grade when you barfed corn dogs all over Mrs. Ecklestein's floor, and had never heard about your ill-fated flirtation with the crimping iron and stirrup pants.
Camp means finding your People. And time with them is precious. Brief. A cherished few weeks or days once a year.
People who nod with grave sympathy when you tell them you chickened out of a fan girl moment for the fifth year in a row & tell you about the time they had one too many glasses of wine and didn't chicken out of their fan girl moment but sincerely wish they had.