memory lanes are becoming major interstates.
i just drove down NoDa and i swear to god everything is changing so fast, i don't know... I JUST DON'T KNOW!
le sigh.
if you remember the good old days at the 24th and 16th street houses, RAISE YOUR HAND!
because i DO remember!
i remember:
-my kitchen floor falling apart (in both houses)
-disneyworld for the woodland creatures aka inside jen's walls
-titty parties 1 & 2 and crackheads screaming "i wanna see white boy dick" (and charles obliging)
-nergal jigga, my little blue kitty
-smokeouts on the roof
-getting a small animal worth of hair in the dustpan everytime i swept the stairs
-having to flea-bomb the 24th st house before we moved in... and don't forget the weave on the floor?!?!?!
-never seeing my kitchen sink. ever.
-shower partners!
-incredibly thin walls and living with nymphos, myself included.
-no heat in the winter for that one horrible week.
-crack deals in my culdesac... "dude... could you uh... NOT do that in front of my house...?"
-our lack of painting skills, BUT red living rooms, green & teal kitchens, writing walls, and free paint hooray!
-"you got TOOK"
-stepping outside my bedroom door and yelling for a best friend and POOF... one or two... like magic.
-my very own overgrown backyard
-getting crunkastic at mellow and only a few blocks to get home "we GOT this, dor'!"
-oooooo, the front porch!
-broken bathroom doors
-dori thinking that bjorn yakked up his small intestine but DON'T WORRY it's just old crusty jelly donuts and DORI YOUR VOMIT CLEANING SKILLS ARE UNACCEPTABLE I CAN STILL SEE SOME OF THAT SHIT BY THE BACK DOOR!
-leah, before crazy and after.
-always burning candles to run off the smell of old musty house
-waking up to crazy roommate stories or even better, waking up to crazy roommates
-dori vacumming the house with a shop-vac
-...
... i'm off to eat dinner... but i'm totally going to keep adding to this. you should help me.
le sigh.
if you remember the good old days at the 24th and 16th street houses, RAISE YOUR HAND!
because i DO remember!
i remember:
-my kitchen floor falling apart (in both houses)
-disneyworld for the woodland creatures aka inside jen's walls
-titty parties 1 & 2 and crackheads screaming "i wanna see white boy dick" (and charles obliging)
-nergal jigga, my little blue kitty
-smokeouts on the roof
-getting a small animal worth of hair in the dustpan everytime i swept the stairs
-having to flea-bomb the 24th st house before we moved in... and don't forget the weave on the floor?!?!?!
-never seeing my kitchen sink. ever.
-shower partners!
-incredibly thin walls and living with nymphos, myself included.
-no heat in the winter for that one horrible week.
-crack deals in my culdesac... "dude... could you uh... NOT do that in front of my house...?"
-our lack of painting skills, BUT red living rooms, green & teal kitchens, writing walls, and free paint hooray!
-"you got TOOK"
-stepping outside my bedroom door and yelling for a best friend and POOF... one or two... like magic.
-my very own overgrown backyard
-getting crunkastic at mellow and only a few blocks to get home "we GOT this, dor'!"
-oooooo, the front porch!
-broken bathroom doors
-dori thinking that bjorn yakked up his small intestine but DON'T WORRY it's just old crusty jelly donuts and DORI YOUR VOMIT CLEANING SKILLS ARE UNACCEPTABLE I CAN STILL SEE SOME OF THAT SHIT BY THE BACK DOOR!
-leah, before crazy and after.
-always burning candles to run off the smell of old musty house
-waking up to crazy roommate stories or even better, waking up to crazy roommates
-dori vacumming the house with a shop-vac
-...
... i'm off to eat dinner... but i'm totally going to keep adding to this. you should help me.