||[Feb. 23rd, 2006|03:37 pm]
easily bruised, easily amused
this is a chalkboard in my basement. it started out when i had couple friends sleep over at my house in 1994. how old was i in 1994? i was 12 years old. so since i was 12 years old, i made who ever came to my house sign this chalkboard. okay, it kinda stopped around 1999, but i haven't erased it and probably never will.
it's weird to go downstairs to do laundry and read the names of friends i've lost touch with, exboyfriends, many members of my extended family, inside jokes that i can barely remember, "happy sweet 16", "maggie is a pooper", "for the balloon party"...and so on.
i think when i move out into a place of my own, i'll buy a chalkboard and start this all over again.