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So I'm wearing that ratty black cardigan and listening to Elliot Smith and trying to decide just where the fuck I'm applying to college. Or if I even have the energy to try.
You know what would make a nice Christmas present, for me and the twins? The DVDs of Family Guy. Think about it.
I love being here and I don't want to go back ever but I hate this feeling of being the oldest person here, this feeling that I belong across the street at Beishida not here in this bright blue jumpsuit.
But I am serious about the first part of that sentance. I don't want to go back. Ever.
Post your current mailing address and I will send you a postcard.
Eh?
You know what would make a nice Christmas present, for me and the twins? The DVDs of Family Guy. Think about it.
I love being here and I don't want to go back ever but I hate this feeling of being the oldest person here, this feeling that I belong across the street at Beishida not here in this bright blue jumpsuit.
But I am serious about the first part of that sentance. I don't want to go back. Ever.
Post your current mailing address and I will send you a postcard.
Eh?