By Misti
Date: 2004 Jan 30
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If You Don't Know, I Can't Explain

I dreamed that I was walking down a long hallway. There were lockers and cliques. It must have been junior high. I saw a cute blond cheerleader taping balloons to a locker. She scared me but I approached her.

"Is the pep rally mandatory?" I asked.
"If you don't know, I can't tell you," she replied.

Then I saw a guy in a Dead Milkmen shirt sitting against the wall. He was clutching a skateboard.

"I'm looking for a boyfriend," I said.
"Don't look at me," the guy muttered.
"Why won't you be my boyfriend?"
"If you don't know, I can't explain it to you."

I asked lots of different people different questions. I even asked the sweet faced home ec teacher a question. She was a bitch like everybody else. No one would answer or explain a solitary fucking thing to me. I was an idiot set loose in a land of geniuses. They had all the answers and all I had was sore feet.