Back in high school, Jessie and I were cheerleaders (don't jump to conclusions just yet). But to tell you the truth, I don't regret it. In fact, if I weren't a cheerleader I wouldn't have acquired the amazing stories that I have now forever in emblazoned into my brain. For example, when Mena* said she shit her pants in seventh grade and then looked at all of us like we used to shit our pants until seventh grade too. Or when Mena said that when she was eight, she got her hamster wet and decided the quickest way to dry him was to put him in the microwave. Or the time when Mena didn't know what the "Bush-chen-AY" stickers were all about. Without cheer leading, I would not have met Mena and Mena, quite obviously, was a gem.
For the same reason I liked cheerleading, I have accepted the fact that I will perpetually endure awkward situations because I choose they make better stories.
Therefore this is bad for me, and good for you.
So this is mine (chelsea b) and jessie's homage to those awkward moments that everyday life serves up for us slash good stories we are able to have the honor to be involved in.
Enjoy.
chelsea chunga.
*because changing the names makes the work seem "mysterious". it's not though. If you ever have been around me, I have told you the girl's name and you probably know her or drank with her or got your hair done by her.
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i know who mena is. she dumped andrew nice because he tasted like nacho cheese.
-maddz
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