Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She went to catholic school.
On her first day of first grade, her mom picked her up after school. The little girl was crying. Mommy asked her why, and the little girl said that Jill Strebel wouldn't let her use the slide.
That's pretty much the story of my life with that particular girl, all through my 8 years at Sacred Heart. She always made me feel bad. After the one time, there were about 8 more years of me coming home in tears, over something she'd said or done. Not every day, mind you, I might be a tad over-sensitive, but I'm not a complete pussy. All of the instances seem sort of minor, really, but when I add them up, it's not so minor anymore. She made me feel like crap. All the time. Between her and Stacey, I didn't feel too good about school. That's about as much as I want to get into it here, right now.
On my birthday, I was out at the bar with Bruce, and we ran into someone who went to Sacred Heart with me. Bj was really cool, and he made me feel a lot better about things.
You see, there's this strip club, on the reservation, called the Whitetail Lounge. They advertise "Vegas-style Girls". I have a feeling they don't specify "High-end Vegas-style Girls" for very good reasons.
When I was telling Bj about some of the crap that went on at school, eons ago, he looked at me with a little funny look, and said, "Jill? You're upset about Jill?? Dude, she had a kid when she was, like, 17, and she used to strip at Whitetail Lounge!"
And now, apparently she's got a dog that she lets roam free, too. So it just goes to show you.. be nice to people, or you'll end up getting pregnant really young, becoming a stripper at the seediest of seedy strip clubs, and being totally irresponsibe, and a stupid-ass. So there.
Life is sweet.