you will not die tonight

[xtine]

It's 12 midnight and I'm sitting almost square in the middle of the mostly unfurnished first floor of my parents' house on Long Island, trying to pick out a color to paint my bedroom. Have I told you about this? Since March, my childhood home has undergone a complete overhaul; our once dumpy, white-trash little hovel of embarrassment has a whole

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[davidsticher]

A new job! Do tell!

I hope things will grow into awesome. I'll express this hope by constantly and creepily running into you.

[elizaespana]

I remember one night walking down Washington Square North with you, sometime towards the end of our senior year, and you were all, "Dammit, Jane, this is never going to be the same again!" And I was like ... Christine? Is that you?
'Cause, see, you always stayed a couple of days after me in the dorms, and I never witnessed the sadness. But, since that day in the park, I've known what a big fat cry baby you are. (Well, about leaving places, anyway. I already knew you were a big fat cry baby about other things.)
And, Oh! I want to see pictures of your house! I remember how it used to look.