Packing vs. Bringing up old memories
I have been packing since around 11 this morning. My friend Sunny came over to help out - she rocks. Well, a good deal of the packing included finding weird things that I needed to look at/show to Sunny. These included but are not limited to: my 9th and 12th grade yearbooks with a couple of inscriptions read aloud, photos from almost every phase of my life, a tape of clips interspersed withan answering machine message from Josh Rudoy and Ari, old clothes of mine (I found my elektrosorcery shirt!!!), pics and stories from camp, a reading of If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, some very bad and very good music (including my senior year "cry tape"), and other stuff. She is a saint for dealing with me.
Now that Sunny is gone and the packing continues, I put on some tapes that I found and new she would hate (all trance, for the most part). Weird thing is, Evan made me most of these tapes. Evan and I were like the best of best of friends for a good few years of my life and I even spent a couple years thinking I was somewhat in love with him. Anyway, we no longer speak. I moved to SF and moved in with him and his gf and things just went wrong. We had grown in opposite directions while i was in LA and I was fiercely adamant that my way was THE way when I came up here. Add that to being retardedly wrapped up in my first real relationship and it made for a friendship ending situation. Looking back, it may not have been all his fault like I have been insisting for this last couple years. I miss him sometimes. Now is one of those. Sorry, Ev. Shit shouldn;t have happened the way it did. And thanks so much for making these tapes for me. If only i could call to askt he name of this song. It goes "doo. doo. doo-doo." If anyone knows, I am dying for the title or at least the artist. :)
Packing is going, by the way. I have a wall of boxes already. My books are packed. My movies are packed for the most part. My dishes are packed. My bar is packed. My knick knacks are packed. I have a lot of crap. But I am makign progress. :)
Now that Sunny is gone and the packing continues, I put on some tapes that I found and new she would hate (all trance, for the most part). Weird thing is, Evan made me most of these tapes. Evan and I were like the best of best of friends for a good few years of my life and I even spent a couple years thinking I was somewhat in love with him. Anyway, we no longer speak. I moved to SF and moved in with him and his gf and things just went wrong. We had grown in opposite directions while i was in LA and I was fiercely adamant that my way was THE way when I came up here. Add that to being retardedly wrapped up in my first real relationship and it made for a friendship ending situation. Looking back, it may not have been all his fault like I have been insisting for this last couple years. I miss him sometimes. Now is one of those. Sorry, Ev. Shit shouldn;t have happened the way it did. And thanks so much for making these tapes for me. If only i could call to askt he name of this song. It goes "doo. doo. doo-doo." If anyone knows, I am dying for the title or at least the artist. :)
Packing is going, by the way. I have a wall of boxes already. My books are packed. My movies are packed for the most part. My dishes are packed. My bar is packed. My knick knacks are packed. I have a lot of crap. But I am makign progress. :)
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