Locked in the trunk of my car, again.

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Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Happy Summer y'all!

I met him the first time at recess i think... might have been before that but i don't remember. He was my first crush ever, not counting the kid that used to go to the same babysitter as me, but he doesn't count, i was 4 and i don't remember his name. He was so cool, well, cool to an 8 year old anyway. Jean-Philipe Codere. Amidst all of the '80s fashion faux-pas, i'm talking Vuarnet/Beneton/neon crap extravaganzas, he was the first kid i'd ever seen wear a leather jacket. And i fell for him hard. He lived on my street (Jaques-Lemaistre), up until i went to high school and was my one and only crush up until that time (the infatuation then moved on to Jean-Anthony, one of my best-friend's cousin, and i was obsessed with him until about grade 10). It's weird the stuff you remember in life. I can't recall my first bestfriend's birthday, or any other birthdays of crushes, but i'll always remember Jean-Philipe, Happy Birthday dude! Wherever you might be, know that Annie thinks about you every year on the first day of summer, and hopes that you have a great day.

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