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Mar 25, 2006 15:54

I will never again go to the house I grew up in. Ever again.

oh my fucking god.

oh my fucking god.

OH MY FUCKING GOD.
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edit: Katie said it best. "I spent my ( Read more... )

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raynotisick March 26 2006, 00:44:59 UTC
bwuah?

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aereadne March 26 2006, 18:46:56 UTC
you okay? :(

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ucpesmerga March 28 2006, 15:28:15 UTC
That house was a second (or even first in many cases) home to me for a long time. I'm sad. Some good memories from that place.

24 gaming sessions with you and Andy (Mother fucking Monster Rancher!)
Rex, Dickens, Emma
You punching a crack in one of the solid doors.
Andy's down blanket that I stole all the time.
Staying there when my family went to Ohio.
Midnight RP sessions.

Was a great place. Always have the memories.

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anonymous April 4 2006, 16:14:30 UTC
walks to wawa
piranhas and chiclids
rex catching birds in the air
nights in front of the wood stove
chocolate milk at 2 a.m.

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damagedgoods April 5 2006, 05:41:14 UTC
Walking alone at night to Wawa when it's snowing big fat snowflakes.

Coming home from Mopac exhausted, and making a roast beef sandwich only for Rex it to eat it.

Screaming at my dogs to stop barking in the front bay window.

Driving down the hill to my house as fast as I could.

Sleeping in the most comfortable, warm, enveloping bed of my life with Rex, on the night before Christmas, when my family went to Maryland to see my Aunt's new home; it was amazing peaceful, to be caught in the rapturous embrace of my dog and my own sleepy warmth.

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