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[bele_nus]

Thanksgiving break is already over, but you would never know considering that just today the thermometers were reading somewhere near sixty-three degrees. Needless to say, break was all right. It was nice to see my family, my pets, and some friends from back home, but ultimately something about living in suburbia turns your brain to mush. Also, I

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To those who are reading, DO NOT TAKE PITY ON ME

[kinome]

I wish I couldn't remember my childhood...

But I know what you mean re: not having the heart to throw sentimental things away. Just recently I gave up my teddy bear (which looks like it spent the night with Jack the Ripper) that I held onto for more than ten years. Even up to it's discarding, I remember using it as a way to cope with all the pain/loneliness/dejection I felt. It was like my comfort, or my key to another world. I even remember my roomates thinking I was odd that I still slept with one (which I have to say it is) ...but I just didn't care.

What's even sadder is I might decide to purchase another one. I am honestly thinking about purchasing and creating my own stuffed animal courtesy of Build a Bear. I want a stuffed monkey, with a leather jacket and dog-tags, or an air-force uniform (shush.) I remember depending on these things for a sense of protection ...

Re: To those who are reading, DO NOT TAKE PITY ON ME

[bele_nus]

On the contrary, I don't think it's odd to sleep with a stuffed animal at our age. In fact, I didn't even begin sleeping with stuffed animals until I turned 19 years old! For some reason it wasn't appealing to me as a kid, but now as an adult I love to sleep with my stuffed lion from Japan. So don't think you're nuts, you're not!