Day 8

Day 8: Has anything traumatic ever happened to you? Describe the scenes surrounding a particular event.

Nope. Not again. I've talked about this plenty on my blog. I believe I even wrote about it last November. I actually wrote about it this month for the magazine I work for. If you'd like to read it, you can do so here.

I hate to use the word "traumatic" for anything other than my cousin killing himself. To tell you that it was traumatic that a rumor was spread about me in 6th grade that I still played with Barbies would cheapen the word. But yeah, that happened and it messed me up. So much in fact, that I'm not sure I'll ever let my kids play with them. But like I said, I don't want to use that word.

Instead, I will gladly list embarrassing things that I've done.

- Well, you know, the whole Barbie incident.

- According to my diary, there was a week in 6th or 7th grade that I asked no less than 3 boys (it could have been 4) to be my boyfriend. All said no.

- My parents made the mistake of explaining "cutting in" when people slow dance. I employed this move at a 6th grade dance with a boy I had a crush on. (See a pattern here? Middle School was ROUGH for this girl.)

- I drunkenly fell down face first on the sidewalk one Thursday night during the first semester of sophomore year of college, busted my face up and chipped a tooth.

- Last year, after a dinner of cheeseburgers and homemade onion rings, I farted in my sleep in bed with my ex-boyfriend and woke myself up.

- I have tripped and fallen down 5 times in the last six months. I'm not sure my knees are going to work past the age of 35.


I think that's enough for right now. Luckily for the 3 people who read my blog, there is no shortage of embarrassing stories to tell.

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