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I am in a blast from my past. In the room next door (sort of) they're playing videos from ACEN and talking about costumes and anime I use to watch, and mind you I never went to ACEN, but yesterday someone tried to explain to me who Sango was.
I was like... bitch, my hair was cut like hers for two years.
I felt a sudden surge of wonder about what happened to Houshi-sama. Wonder if Tashi still has their number. Wonder if they still have the same number. If they're even still wandering around together. Old names like rosekitten, what must have been huge phone bills from California (unless they had free long distance. Not like anyone ever thought about that), hours and hours spent in Ta-chan's house before there were a million cats--back at the beginning of the million cats. Sometimes we remember, I think. This journal started in the middle of the beginning of that.
Years! It's been years and years. Six. Maybe. I'm his age. No, older. Gosh.
Gosh.
What a fantastic time. Right after that was the orchestra trip to Nah'lins, long long late hour bus rides--something I still hold as my standard for amazing night time contemplation transportation. Remember! Everyone who was there, remember.
I guess that's it.
Huh.
I was like... bitch, my hair was cut like hers for two years.
I felt a sudden surge of wonder about what happened to Houshi-sama. Wonder if Tashi still has their number. Wonder if they still have the same number. If they're even still wandering around together. Old names like rosekitten, what must have been huge phone bills from California (unless they had free long distance. Not like anyone ever thought about that), hours and hours spent in Ta-chan's house before there were a million cats--back at the beginning of the million cats. Sometimes we remember, I think. This journal started in the middle of the beginning of that.
Years! It's been years and years. Six. Maybe. I'm his age. No, older. Gosh.
Gosh.
What a fantastic time. Right after that was the orchestra trip to Nah'lins, long long late hour bus rides--something I still hold as my standard for amazing night time contemplation transportation. Remember! Everyone who was there, remember.
I guess that's it.
Huh.
