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...pack up my life time again, which is often more emotionally demanding than you anticipate. At the moment I'm boxing my 'miscellany' drawers. You know the type. Where you'll find stuff like : - Ticket stubs to gigs and films you can't remember going to.
- Handwritten itineraries and hand-drawn maps for journeys you cannot recall making.
- A letter which is signed off 'Sorry and goodbye'.
- A pre-first uni year reading list.
- A photo of the lineup from your football party when you turned eleven.
- Immigration papers.
- A depiction of a farting cat, drawn by some li'l art girl or other.
- The card you made of someone being blessed by Jesus, that was thrust back into your hand immediately after being opened next to the local vicar.
- Some Charles and Camilla commemoration stamps you stole from work to save for choice birthdays.
- A postcard from your sister, telling you that she misses you being on her side of the planet.
- Hundreds of birthday cards (each one from your brother will have a crudely drawn penis adorning the front in some place or other).
- Orders of service for funerals. There seem to be far fewer weddings.
- The note left for you from the girl you made an epic hot chocolate for, who you were too scared to chase after.
- Fake valentines.
- Forms with a post-it from your mother demanding that you fill it in and send it off (which remain in your drawer to this day).
- An ode prepared for you by a chum in the sixth form, which reads :
'Lemon's funky, Lemon's cool,
Squash makes all the girlies drool.
Squash has style, Squash has grace,
Lemon's loved by all his mates.
x'
Ones like the last make it worthwhile, I feel.
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foxinthesnow
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(23.11.06 16:11)
I'm not very good at being sincere but that was well fucking beautiful.
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lemonsquash
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(23.11.06 16:30)
I just found my fake ID. It is hilarious. I'm wearing my school shirt, and the name is that of a guy in our year who was a bit of a tool - in case anyone had to take the heat.
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doctortripswitch
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(23.11.06 16:37)
I would've found it beautiful too, Fox, but for the little rhyme he wrote about himself at the end.
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lemonsquash
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(23.11.06 16:42)
Even I'm not deluded enough to claim I make 'all the girlies drool'.
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lemonsquash
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(23.11.06 20:24)
A few more finds :
- A letter to your mother, which begins 'Just to worry you needlessly, I thought you'd like to know that I'm writing this during a lecture'; then follows with a list of things you want for your birthday.
- A plastic envelope containing a card and various 'gifts' from your chum Bandy. The sachet of mayonnaise broke in the post when it was sent, years ago. It is now a farm for every type of mould imaginable. You choose to wipe off the card itself, and throw the rest.
- A very moving card, which begins 'I'm sorry it didn't work out again too'.
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Scary Rob
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(25.11.06 00:22)
The great thing about being a hoarder is all the little surprises you get when you sift through your life's archaeology. I feel genuinely sorry for people who lead such minimalist lifestyles that they throw all that kind of stuff away.
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c-side
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(25.11.06 17:07)
Whilst it is a fine line between keepsakes and compulsive hoarding keep those boxes of memories. I spent hours 'sorting through' before I moved house and with much regret now I threw a lot away. The box rarely gets looked at, but when it does I spend hours suprising myself. Is Squash on move then?
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lemonsquash
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(27.11.06 09:51)
Raaar! - a good chum of mine from uni is an anti-hoarder; so much so that he would throw away birthday cards about a week after receiving them. He came to visit in the summer, we had a few cold drinks, and then rummaged through my drawers (no sniggering, please). A hefty chunk of this junk was pertinent to him too, as he expressed something faintly resembling regret that he hadn't kept ahold of more memory triggers. I hope to have created a hoarder convert.
TiddlyOmPomPom - oh, there's no risk that I'll throw away most of the stuff. And yes, I'm moving in a week. We have at least a month of sofa-surfing ahead of us, followed by... who knows ?
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