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I just spent the last hour of my work day re-reading old posts from 2003/2004. I know it's pretty narcissistic but when I was about 13 I used to write short stories about my various escapapdes with the intentions of packaging them together to create an extremely angst riddled book of me.
I want to print off the pages of my livejournal and put them together in a book and the appendices can be those pre-computer blog shorts.
Also, my nostalgic self started to miss Katie Collins. I really hate that Katie and I aren't close anymore. I know people grow apart and move on but for a few years Katie was my lifeboat. Lame. I know, but re-reading old comments she used to make in my journal made me remember how much she had my back the majority of the time.
So. Katie Collins. This nostalgic moment is for you provided in part by Wet Hot American Summer, Oktoberfest sausage, and too many drunken nights to remember.
I want to print off the pages of my livejournal and put them together in a book and the appendices can be those pre-computer blog shorts.
Also, my nostalgic self started to miss Katie Collins. I really hate that Katie and I aren't close anymore. I know people grow apart and move on but for a few years Katie was my lifeboat. Lame. I know, but re-reading old comments she used to make in my journal made me remember how much she had my back the majority of the time.
So. Katie Collins. This nostalgic moment is for you provided in part by Wet Hot American Summer, Oktoberfest sausage, and too many drunken nights to remember.