Nostalgia
Oh man...
Reading the last few years in LJ-Land. Interesting.
I read all the way back to when the Jon thing happened. Do we remember Jon? He was the asshole who threatened to put a naked picture of me (that I asked him not to take and repeatedly asked him to delete) on the internet because of harrassing phone calls that I wasn't responsible for.
I read all the way back to working at ServiceLink times. And hanging out with Katie and Liz. And being enamoured with Mike Fisher.
I read all the way back to living in that crazy ass house with Gibbie and Shanna and everyone else. And the Christmas that I spent alone watching Scrubs and getting drunk and being miserable.
I read back to mine and Josh's trip to Chicago. When we saw the R. Kelly sex house. And ate giant pizza. And I bought my first Stars album.
I'm glad I chronicled it all. There are mentions of going on dates in there that I don't even remember. However, it's good to know I went on dates now and then. I still don't like the way I write when I'm writing about myself. I can't sound introspective without sounding like an angsty teenager.
Ah well. I should go do something with my day. I've done pretty much nothing thus far. And Shanae got this really great pair of heels at Deb and I want them badly. I must figure out a way to obtain them before I leave.
A week and a half, kids.
Reading the last few years in LJ-Land. Interesting.
I read all the way back to when the Jon thing happened. Do we remember Jon? He was the asshole who threatened to put a naked picture of me (that I asked him not to take and repeatedly asked him to delete) on the internet because of harrassing phone calls that I wasn't responsible for.
I read all the way back to working at ServiceLink times. And hanging out with Katie and Liz. And being enamoured with Mike Fisher.
I read all the way back to living in that crazy ass house with Gibbie and Shanna and everyone else. And the Christmas that I spent alone watching Scrubs and getting drunk and being miserable.
I read back to mine and Josh's trip to Chicago. When we saw the R. Kelly sex house. And ate giant pizza. And I bought my first Stars album.
I'm glad I chronicled it all. There are mentions of going on dates in there that I don't even remember. However, it's good to know I went on dates now and then. I still don't like the way I write when I'm writing about myself. I can't sound introspective without sounding like an angsty teenager.
Ah well. I should go do something with my day. I've done pretty much nothing thus far. And Shanae got this really great pair of heels at Deb and I want them badly. I must figure out a way to obtain them before I leave.
A week and a half, kids.