Category: Memories

You should try to remember the good times and the high life

30 January, 2008 (13:01) | Memories

After my parents split, I got to have a day with my dad by myself.  Thursday nights.  I normally had a boy scout meeting then we’d go home and watch the simpsons.  Sometimes, we’d take a drive out past Malden crossroads and up a hill to the left past a church to a dead end [...]

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I need a psychiatrist because of my psychiatrist

2 January, 2008 (10:55) | Memories

When I was around 7 or so, my parents decided to split.  I don’t remember particularly why, but it was decided that J’aime and I both needed to see psychiatrists as a result.  Actually, I don’t remember if J’aime started at the same time as I did or not, all I know is right around [...]

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bye, daddy.

13 December, 2007 (15:12) | Memories

Three years ago today, around 2pm, I watched the color from my dad’s face dissappear.  it was a Monday.  I held his left hand in my left hand.  I almost got sick at how he changed colors so fast and drastically.  J’aime, Serah, and Robbie were in the room too, but I’m not sure which ones [...]

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when i was your age…

4 November, 2007 (21:48) | Memories

I think i had my first, "When I was your age…" moment a couple weeks ago.  Colin and I went out to see Rachel in Cleveland and we went to see Underoath and Poison the Well in concert.  If you’re not familiar with them, you’re not alone.  I’ve heard a few of their songs, nothing [...]

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September 11th, 2001

11 September, 2007 (22:48) | Memories

i woke up at 9 o’clock for a 10am calculus recitation. just went about my normal business, nothing out of the norm. got to class about 9:55, and no one was there. then 2 people walked in. and all 3 of us were wondering where everyone was. then 1 guy walks in and sits down [...]

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graphology fraud

2 August, 2007 (13:36) | Memories

When i was a kid, we used to have this awesome conversion van with nice plush seats and what felt like velvet walls and all that.  It was classy.  Being kids, we slowly broke window screens, spilt juice in the cup holders, and just really abused the heck out of it.  We were 6 kids [...]

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