Hilary Hall
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Just someone who birthed a child, loves books, and doesn't exercise.
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Sayonara
We met in junior high, 2004. We didn't become friends immediately, I will admit I think she was threatened by me (as narcissistic as that sounds), and I was uninterested in her. When I started attending her junior high, we clashed - a lot. We wrote rude notes to each other, gossiped, and tried to split apart our mutual friend group. She earned the title "Drama Queen" very early on, and wore that crown well, even at thirty-one. One particular petty fight led to her claiming I was bullying her and she called her mom to pick her up. Even as I rack my brain to try to remember all the details, I just cannot. One thing I do remember is, her mother telling her, "if you don't want to get caught saying something, don't put it down on paper for people to read." I will forever remember these wise words from such a bitchy woman.
By Hilary Hall4 years ago in Confessions
Death by Chocolate Cake
“Ahhh, I have been looking forward to this all day”, I say, only to myself, as I plop myself down on the couch. A glass of cold milk in hand, I set it down on the coaster on the table beside the couch. This slice of chocolate cake, leftover from our anniversary dinner, is honestly almost orgasmic. I know people use the whole “this is better than sex” phrase when attempting to describe something, but seriously, I think it just may be.
By Hilary Hall4 years ago in Fiction
