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That time of year again
Nov. 19th, 2011 06:39 pmIt's from my mother that I've picked up my habit of never throwing anything away. Every time I come up here, I always wind up going back home with an extra bag of stuff. Which is great for this year, since I only brought one bag with me, so I won't have to check anything.
We went through another corner of the garage today, and I've come out of the raid with a few hoodies and two kangaroo pelts. More astonishing than the fact that my mother just had two kangaroo pelts lying around, collecting dust, was the fact that she has a box full of notebooks. My old notebooks. From high school. I just spent the better part of an hour reading through physics notes and the abysmal dreck I used to call fiction. Good lord, I was a fucking pretentious teenager. I hope to hell I don't still sound like that when I write.
By far, the most exciting find was the pelts, though. I've no idea where I'm going to put them, but I need them in my life.
And apropos of nothing, RDJ sounds like a goddamn Backstreet Boy reject when he sings. Or John Mayer's wimpy little brother. Just sayin'.
We went through another corner of the garage today, and I've come out of the raid with a few hoodies and two kangaroo pelts. More astonishing than the fact that my mother just had two kangaroo pelts lying around, collecting dust, was the fact that she has a box full of notebooks. My old notebooks. From high school. I just spent the better part of an hour reading through physics notes and the abysmal dreck I used to call fiction. Good lord, I was a fucking pretentious teenager. I hope to hell I don't still sound like that when I write.
By far, the most exciting find was the pelts, though. I've no idea where I'm going to put them, but I need them in my life.
And apropos of nothing, RDJ sounds like a goddamn Backstreet Boy reject when he sings. Or John Mayer's wimpy little brother. Just sayin'.
