I am starting to think that I am the famous kid in school. everyone knows my name and thinks I know theirs. spoiler alert, I don't. so no, mam' I don't remember that time where I supposedly shoved you down the 3 or so steps back in 3rd grade, but I DO remember someone like you wailing like a spoiled 4 year old after I walked by you on the other side of the hall because you acted like every male peer was a steriotypical h*rny teenager, and goodness, I forgave you and your clique for that a minute
