Regrets...

I try not to have regrets. It’s a waste of an emotion, really. What’s done is done, maybe you learned something from it. Hopefully. Life is about experience.  Having a lot of them. All kinds. At least my life is. Unfortunately, there are a few things that still gnaw at me.

Some things I regret :

1. Telling a girl she couldn’t play with us cause she had spaghetti sauce on her shirt. We were wearing white dresses and her look just didn’t fit the fantasy vibe. I was five years old. This is not an excuse.

2. Calling Julia E. and meowing into the phone when I was twelve. (She’s a doctor now, so yeah, look who’s laughing. Still. I’m sorry Julia.)

3. The steak I didn’t eat on my 23rd birthday because I was too coked up. (Sorry cow.)

4. Selling the perfect leather Dior motorcycle jacket that the weird man who wore a long red nightgown at our sleepover bought for me. (Again, I’m sorry to the cow.)

5. Every time I’ve been mean or indifferent to someone, unwarranted.

6. Shit talking, in general.

7. Not …