In a fit of early morning, ambitious organization I decided to clean out all the paperwork that's been cluttering my phone stand. There were receipts, paystubs, pieces of sheet music, bills from two years ago (obviously paid), and birthday cards. Many birthday cards. And they were all addressed to me, not Jen, even though her birthday was only
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When I met one of my besties online like a year and a half ago, before we even started getting to know each other, she was sending me postcards from Europe, where she was traveling. I like having her talking about gelato and her random ramblings to remind her of. And even though a LOT of cards I've kept were made with love and care, a lot of them are from people who ended up stabbing me in the back so there's a very bittersweet sting every time I get antsy at 4 in the morning and start going through my crap and I find them. Sigh.
It's nice to know I'm not alone in my ways, though. I thought I was weird.
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