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procrastination mechanism no. 903: write in livejournal.
procrastination mechanism no. 54: take an hour and a half long shower.
procrastination mechanism no. 602: make hair sticks out of chopsticks.
procrastination mechanism no. 831: reorganize room, clean, redecorate.
procrastination mechanism no. 49: get more coffee, continue to play with ( Read more... )
The nights we would stay up singing with Ted Leo, Men Without Hats, Les Savy Fav, Billy Idol... [etc. etc. you get the picture] and putting off work to run over to Louie's and you teaching me to knit and letting me borrow your big purple-ish needles and when your stuffed animal fell out of your loft and you just looked at me, then down at it, and back at me... along with the other Maizie-is-asleep-but-still-talking-to-me moments, which you, of course, don't remember... I remember feeling the need to walk around with you one shitty night and it made me feel so much better and less stressed, and I remember you always being there when I was upset about ANYTHING, and our trips to Pittsburgh [and Altoona], driving in your car with Chris's techno mix on. Also, the deer. And dinner with your dad and Russell. And shopping and cooking dinner at your mom's. And missing you over winter break. And how you are most likely the cutest, most loveable person to ever walk the earth.
To sum it all up, I remember having the best roommate ever, and would be very upset without these best-roommate-memories.
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