Remember when we all went over to your dad's place for a summer barbecue thing? Remember how much fun that was?
What time did we all go home that night?
I think that might have been the first time we all hell of gossiped for that lengthy amount of time.
I find fighting nostalgia with nostalgia works alarmingly well. Does that make sense?
It was a red-letter night, that's all I'm saying.
Feel better, Shellphone.
Hashtag Blessed, Basically
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I blog less when I'm happy. A lot less. I think that's true of everyone,
really. You're too busy experiencing the moment and spend a lot less time
moaning ...
10 years ago
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I believe that was also the night you rang me from the bathroom because you needed toliet paper.
I feel like that was a very significant moment in our friendship - and I'm not being sarcastic.
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