So much for losing track of time. -- The Fuzz, Silversun Pickups
I sifted through some boxes today and found all kinds of goodies. Every single letter my highschool boyfriends wrote me. The newspaper cutout of my cross country crush, which I later used to create a full 16 x 20 charcoal sketch to hang over my bed. My Lollapalooza ticket from August 1995.
Man, I'm a sucker for sentimentality.
Good thing e-mails can be easily erased with the click of a button. But who can erase my memories? I know, I know -- just drink more. But I tried that already and dang it, I still remembered every detail of the night before.
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