Funny.
I'm staying up late tonight to watch the new Pope get investiturimateized. What ever. They don't call it a coronation anymore.
I look back now, and Ann Arbor was a ridiculous experience. Totally awkward, when I was totally at my worst. Totally awful. And now, I look back, and it's totally hillarious. It's like middle school.
Remember how I used to get special treatment at Thai restaurants?
Remember how we used to play presidential assasination charades?
Remember ROLLERBLADING?
Remember how much dairy those people ate?
Oh no.
I remember once jokingly offering to buy someone a vibrator. Jokingly because, of course, I had no money, but that's irrelevant to the story. The funny part was that the community discussed the matter, and I was later advised that it would be best if I did NOT purchase that person a vibrator, for everyone's sake.
Bastos!
What an awful time. Awful and hillarious.
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I tried to stay up late to watch but I fell asleep...
ann arbor was like extended camp.
i've never had so much time to fuck around since.
and yes, let's go rollerblading tonight. it'll be cooler then.
Yeah, it was like a camp for disfunctional grown-ups who thought the only way to live was through depression.
Anyway, why this nostalgia? Did I miss a post somewhere?
why the nostalgia?
I was so bored, and I've already gotten through high school and college nostalgia.
I was so bored, I didn't even want to eat.
jp, you need to come out here and watch me write the worst romance novel ever.
that's not boring!
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