Nicole over at Suburban Sh*t Show: Tales From the Tree-Lined Trenches is up today. She’s definitely a writer I love!
She wrote a fantastic nostalgic piece about the time she spotted her dead rockstar crush in the library!
You chase him through the parking lot trying not to seem desperate as you hike up your skirt, rolling it three times and pushing down your nylon navy blue socks which leave indentations. No worries, he’ll be too busy looking into your eyes–the window to your soul–and won’t even notice your legs, one of which you forgot to shave again. You finish off the look by unbuttoning the top two buttons, and trying to pull apart the starched Peter Pan collar.