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- March 4, 2021, 7:50 p.m.
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The love of my life has already come and gone. It started in the ice kureemu ice place in the summer of 2008 and continued that morning in late July when I woke up on my mom’s couch and looked at my pink flip phone and saw a missed call from the number I thought would never actually for real call me now that we could use our phones again.
Then just like that it all kind of went away and didn’t come back till 2016 after closing time when one of us had to vacuum and the other refill cotton pads. Then that turned into sitting on a pea green mid century couch being silent on our computers.
We already produced the greatest comedies of our generation and now its over.
It was weird waking up that day. I wasn’t used to constantly being around tons of people like that. It was cool to realize I didn’t dream them all up.
I try to bring back the feeling of that one morning in late June. The smell of the tatami, the sound of that weird bird, the early morning humidity, the stairs that went up to the recycling center, and the vending machine that sold those disgusting grape jelly drinks. I try to bring back the feeling but nobody cares except good old me.
I just thought of our one rule - always take your nudes in the tanning room when you get out of the tanning bed. It’s the best lighting, and your body has that supple look to it. Can’t even goddamn do that now.
Everything changed in July 2017 and it hasn’t been the same since. I feel like the dead mall/vaporwave trend is partially to blame for that because it was really the first time I felt that it was time to capitalize on my nostalgia for my own past as if this was a separate era. AS IF.
I have this sewing bag that I got from Joann Fabrics and it smells so good.
I really need someone or something to excite me and make me feel alive again because now it’s my turn to be Joel and someone else’s turn to be Clementine.
Last updated March 04, 2021
Deleted user ⋅ March 04, 2021
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