Meanness, Part II

(Or Meanness and Mortification) I WAS TWELVE!!! I feel the need to shout this before you read any more. H, K, and I got into songwriting in 7th grade, right about the time that we saw a presentation on Covenant House, also known as Under 21, a refuge for runaway teens. Our parents were so unbearable we felt the need to sing about it. I have a twelve year old now, and I'm sure he's somewhere writing nasty things about me as I type this, since I'm so unsympathetic to drama that is his life.

At least I had the good sense to censor my own work. Odd, given the atrocious language I used in my notes from that era. And here we have the songs written about our victim at the time, a former friend on whom we had turned. The "diapers" thing was because she once dared to wear sweatpants, and she was very skinny, so they drooped in the butt. I think we should just round up all the sex offenders and turn a group of middle school girls loose on them--worse than prison, worse than the death penalty, I tell you. Those of you out there with middle school girls of your own, be on the lookout. I'm sure our parents would have never imagined we'd have been so nasty.