tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712555345199573060.post1676314021088956548..comments2023-11-28T04:47:27.944-06:00Comments on Such is Life: On Feeling AliveMaggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12206553377251604140noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712555345199573060.post-60455459275804740602008-11-19T07:17:00.000-06:002008-11-19T07:17:00.000-06:00Yeah, when I think of middle school dances, I thin...Yeah, when I think of middle school dances, I think of David, the boy who got angry at me because I wouldn't kiss him and feeling far too geeky to be present at such an event.Maggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12206553377251604140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712555345199573060.post-37331028059773760302008-11-18T19:13:00.000-06:002008-11-18T19:13:00.000-06:00I don't know about cake, or even what middle schoo...I don't know about cake, or even what middle school is. I know what cake is. I liked your blog.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712555345199573060.post-523294173909016052008-11-18T18:18:00.000-06:002008-11-18T18:18:00.000-06:00Wow. I think this post takes the cake in terms of...Wow. I think this post takes the cake in terms of eloquence, nostalgia, and conviction. Nicely done.<BR/><BR/>When I think of middle school dances, I think of paranoia over sweaty pits and doing the YMCA. That's about all I've got.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00772145610666957969noreply@blogger.com