novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- make new friends but keep the old, blah blah blah girl scout cookies hold no memorable connotations to me. they should. i think this whenever i buy a box from girls covered in their mothers' crocheted blankets outside grocery stores. three girl scout camps. eight years in girl scout service, counting one year as a fucking brownie. i was in a girl scout fashion show in fourth grade; modelling a 1960s uniform in the mall. it was the only costume big enough to fit me. my last year as a girl scout, sixth grade: k and k and me. our troop leader embezzled our cookie money. at camp tecuya we slept on cots under the stars. once a raccoon went into labor underneath me and we all had to be evacutated for the night. the last year i went to camp i was with the twelve year olds, cunning girls who squirted water onto their faces so it would look like they were crying. i remember the stars and the trees, the overwhelmingly bad smell of outhouses, and dust. 8:15 pm - 03.17.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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