lets do the time warp again

surreal doesnt really even begin to cover it.

what i like best though is that while there was the occaisional nostalgia, it wasnt the begining and end all; rather instead the occaisional flash of memory.

nor was it all a train wreck of linear catch up.

though i am fairly sure at an earlier point i launched an entirely too long tangent of why i dont talk to my sister anymore at jason. ca va. he spoke in another language half the night, so we're even.

and thats what i liked so well. just us, hanging out, and all the random things that come with old comfort and new strangness.

though the hangovers a killer. holy god.


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