There's nothing quite like rummaging through a stack of old family albums to make you feel like shit. Or maybe it's the obscene amounts of water that I've been drinking of late... *gurgle*... the waiter at Red Lobster actually laughed at me because I drank so much at dinner. And then he went and got me another, because waiters/waitresses aren't real people. They're just slaves in disguise.
What was I saying?
Oh... right. I know it's hard to believe, and I would under most circumstances despise someone who talked like this... but back in my youth, I was adorable! If my scanner weren't busy being a peice of Hewlett-Packard shit, I would post some pictures on here. But oh well.
Yes, back in the day I never had to worry about a GPA or calories or fashion trends. I could wear an over-sized t-shirt with acid stained jean shorts, purples socks with purple lace and muddy black nike high-tops while eating a slice of pecan pie bigger than my face and still feel good about myself. Oh how I long for a time when I actually missed my parents when they went away... and Christmas still felt Christmas-ey... and vacations were the fun part of the summer. Back in the day, I didn't have to make up drama in my life to keep it interesting. *sigh*
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