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11/17:

Aight, storytime. I’ve been trying to get my room organdized in a special place of its own, so I’ve been digging through stuff I have seeing what I can get rid of. And under the bottom shelf on the floor of my closet, there was this box. I don’t know how they make ’em anymore, but the design of McDonald’s fry boxes was, at the time I worked there, absolutely perfect for moving boxes. And, when I worked there, I took a bunch home and used them for, um, moving.

So here’s this fry box in my closet, and the fact of its being a fry box indicates it’s been there since I moved in here years and years and years ago. And the fact of my having not the faintest clue about what’s in it indicates its contents are nothing important. Well, I was right about that.

You see those? Those are jewel cases. CD jewel cases. NOT CD’S. NOT THE BOOKLETS THAT CAME IN THEM. Just. CD jewel cases. This was such a “What the actual fuck, my 25-year-old self??” moment that I can’t even describe my reaction. Like. Why the hell would you keep this.

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11/24:

Family inside joke-thing: once mom bought Chibi-Damien some kind of castle playset. It came with a dragon. And also, according to the packaging, it came with an extra dragon. “Extra dragon” has since been a part of the family lexicon. Then one day this crossed my feed:

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11/26:

I like to document hilarious Telestrations runs, but I also like to document particularly good pictures, because it’s so hard to draw well with those crappy little dry erase markers XD