Justadesperatewifeandmom
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So I said I would post my “year book” outfit from its 21 year anniversary last year after if got discussed after my last rambling. The shirt is a little yellow, a lot faded, and a little shrunk (that’s my story, damn it, it shrunk). I couldn’t find the jeans, but even if I did, I bet they would have shrunk too much to get over my ass. Anyway, Yearbooks were expensive, I was broke, and well the cost would have eaten into my cigarette and vodka budget, so I didn’t get one, and instead an earth day shirt from goodwill and some falling apart jeans I had. Then I just had people sign my clothes. Actually, I like that it worked out that way, as this is way more representative of me than a sappy yearbook ever would have been (My mom did buy me one for Christmas a few years ago when she bought my brothers his senior year, so I now have one)
Along with the standard year book crap like enjoyed psych class, had fun in drivers ed, never change, wish you the best, good luck shit…well you can see who my closest friends were because we also have the classy shit like a boy's traced handprint on my boob, several names on my ass (yes I colored out the now unknown Brad as he may not like his full name on some chicks as on a pervy forum), Bitch on my ass, etc
Then cultural and situation references like I’d rather die than give you control, I smoke my cigarette with style, when you get high you never wanna come down, bow down before the one you serve, kill the pigs (a loose reference to Lord of the Flies and us trying to live outside of the supervision of adults but deeper, more to rejection of those who pushed us to conform to society’s standards of what they thought we should be as to most benefit the elite, and thus crushing those standards and those who would stand in our way) , crazy sexy cool, loaded like a freight train flying like an airplane.
And, of course, other awesome things like a drawing of a vodka bottle, absolute on my ass (absolute vodka was my drink of choice when on another’s dime) oh and a Zima bottle (lol, Zima haha), a bong, a pipe, a joint, anarchy symbols, ”party forever”, “have a stoned summer” “this is a nice ass”,
Also excellent poetry like “looking good, looking fine, fantastic tits, and a great behind”. And, of course, the references to chicky, trojans, and personal notes like “will always remember you taking the blame for me” (I did that a lot, I was better equipped), “will miss the daily stories of your adventures the night before” “will never forget the screwdrivers and shocking guys at (local bar and pool hall that shall rename nameless) and the trouble we caused”. I’m glad someone will always remember because I sure forgot. I was there a lot, don’t even remember bringing her, though the shocking may have been in reference to a bar drinking contest that I had won and floored the men, or if it was prior years, my whole method of accepting drinks paid for by strangers then when they up their game at last call, leaning over and whispering “jailbait” before leaving alone. All I can say is it wasn’t my pool skills because I sucked.
You can guess I was the “nonconformist” of my senior class. Though truth be told, I also leaned to anti-conformity. Today, I don’t know, I might have ended up on a possible school shooter list or some crap, or maybe not, because just a girl and the whole baby wild pig analogy, which is where a lot of the attitude came from. And Yeah, My mom was obviously so proud lol, but hey I’m the kid she doesn’t need to worry about now. And the 90s, it was an interesting age in an interesting time for sure.
so here
front view
https://i.imgur.com/YHqGB3D.jpg
recreation
https://i.imgur.com/Z8az8g7.jpg
back view
https://i.imgur.com/Gojgb1r.jpg
Anyway, maybe later, if you are really really lucky, I will post today's outfit and go on a long rambling tangent about it haha
Along with the standard year book crap like enjoyed psych class, had fun in drivers ed, never change, wish you the best, good luck shit…well you can see who my closest friends were because we also have the classy shit like a boy's traced handprint on my boob, several names on my ass (yes I colored out the now unknown Brad as he may not like his full name on some chicks as on a pervy forum), Bitch on my ass, etc
Then cultural and situation references like I’d rather die than give you control, I smoke my cigarette with style, when you get high you never wanna come down, bow down before the one you serve, kill the pigs (a loose reference to Lord of the Flies and us trying to live outside of the supervision of adults but deeper, more to rejection of those who pushed us to conform to society’s standards of what they thought we should be as to most benefit the elite, and thus crushing those standards and those who would stand in our way) , crazy sexy cool, loaded like a freight train flying like an airplane.
And, of course, other awesome things like a drawing of a vodka bottle, absolute on my ass (absolute vodka was my drink of choice when on another’s dime) oh and a Zima bottle (lol, Zima haha), a bong, a pipe, a joint, anarchy symbols, ”party forever”, “have a stoned summer” “this is a nice ass”,
Also excellent poetry like “looking good, looking fine, fantastic tits, and a great behind”. And, of course, the references to chicky, trojans, and personal notes like “will always remember you taking the blame for me” (I did that a lot, I was better equipped), “will miss the daily stories of your adventures the night before” “will never forget the screwdrivers and shocking guys at (local bar and pool hall that shall rename nameless) and the trouble we caused”. I’m glad someone will always remember because I sure forgot. I was there a lot, don’t even remember bringing her, though the shocking may have been in reference to a bar drinking contest that I had won and floored the men, or if it was prior years, my whole method of accepting drinks paid for by strangers then when they up their game at last call, leaning over and whispering “jailbait” before leaving alone. All I can say is it wasn’t my pool skills because I sucked.
You can guess I was the “nonconformist” of my senior class. Though truth be told, I also leaned to anti-conformity. Today, I don’t know, I might have ended up on a possible school shooter list or some crap, or maybe not, because just a girl and the whole baby wild pig analogy, which is where a lot of the attitude came from. And Yeah, My mom was obviously so proud lol, but hey I’m the kid she doesn’t need to worry about now. And the 90s, it was an interesting age in an interesting time for sure.
so here
front view
https://i.imgur.com/YHqGB3D.jpg
recreation
https://i.imgur.com/Z8az8g7.jpg
back view
https://i.imgur.com/Gojgb1r.jpg
Anyway, maybe later, if you are really really lucky, I will post today's outfit and go on a long rambling tangent about it haha
: sexy girl!
