Here is the post were I spill it about my teenage rebellion, hold onto your hats, people.
So when I was 16-ish I would climb out my bedroom window at about 3 in the morning, leaving it cracked just a bit, and steal my father's car from the drive. I would then drive the 10 miles into town to....Kinkos. Oh yes, friends, I wasted my youthful rebellion on making photocopies. I would make postcard sized copies of collages I made out of catalogs and magazines. I am sure at least 2/3s of them were snipped from Sassy magazine.
So, I just thought "wouldn't it be funny if I still had some of those postcards.....hmmm, there is that file of all my high school correspondence right there on the book shelf....." Oh folks, it is your lucky, lucky day!
Pretty sure this one never got sent because I was certain the Post Office would hunt me down if I dared to send a butt through the mail.
So there you go, the height of my high school rabble rousing, 24 hour photomats and butts. I was a pretty good kid. I am pretty certain I never got into any behavior related trouble at school ever. Not-ever-doing-my-homework trouble, yeah plenty of that, but otherwise, I was a rule follower. Also known as a square.
But you know, maybe I was quietly, happily cutting and gluing in my basement room when all the other kids were boozing and sexing. But now I have mad scissor skills and this wicked awesome postcard to remember it by! What do those other kids have? Herpes? I think the square peg wins here.
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