| I just spent the better part of the night cleaning/reorganizing my room. I dug up some old pictures, letters, movie stubs, etc. Most people I know don't know that in some ways, I'm actually a pack rat; I've kept just about every letter that's been given to me. I never knew what to do with letters as a kid, but the ones I received never found their way into the garbage can, and I'm happy for it. I've kept most of my letters in an old shoebox, and when I opened it today, I found Christmas cards, birthday well-wishes and a few dozen random encouragement notes. There were reminders of old friendships, newer ones budding and more than enough letters that were never signed or dated (I definately owe someone a warm apple cider.. I just don't know who). It's almost like reading old journal entries; you get a glimpse of a past life and old (and maybe expired) feelings. In old letters, the characters and the plot are all familiar, you're just not quite a part of it anymore. It's history, it's dust-coated nostalgia, and it's sitting in a shoebox. |
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| "why are you looking in between my eyes?? you're fired!" thanks, vince. |
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| fin all y i just realized i've posted once since last year |
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| one of my life's goals is to run the marathon.
perhaps i will begin running this summer.
but first, i will need to be able to run again.
boo you weak ankles! |
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