P.S. I still have my ink pen that you turn upside down and the dresses slide off, (which I’ve had since 6th or 7th grade). Unfortunately, it now seems to be frozen in a position where the dresses are stuck in the “up†position. This was also when I learned what the term “hippy muff†meant.
He opened it up and said, "What is this shit; you're into what... Paper Dolls? ...Look; I realize you're at that age now where you wake up in the morning, and things aren't exactly the same as the night before... But I've also got three more assholes to raise behind you, so try and keep this shit under control! You're mother and I are very upset with you!" He burned everything in a burn barrel, but I managed to convince him that I needed the notebook back since there were notes I took in class. 