So today I have been listening to a couple of CDs I haven't played in a while, one of which is Rock Spectacle by Barenaked Ladies. I bought this CD when I was living in Martha's Vineyard the summer after I graduated from college. I was in a ratty Boston record store, and I bought this, Hello Nasty, and Ophelia. Why would I effing remember that? Anyway, while I was playing it this morning all these memories of that summer, driving around, the ocean and beaches, the people I met and became friends with, etc, all exploded into my head. Shit I haven't thought about in a long time. It know it sounds weird, but it made me want to cry, because I miss that girl that I used to be. I don't want to be her again, but I do miss her.

I met this guy this weekend, who turned out to be 25. It's funny, I felt really old around him. And yet I don't around someone like KP. Oh wait, I forgot that boys are stupid. Jesus Kevin was older than me and I always felt like I was babysitting and not getting paid. He was cute, though. The 25-year old. Arrogant and naive--just how I like 'em.

MV story: The four of us rented this house, had nine skillion parties, and drank heavily to make up for non-party days. Consequently, we had AMAZING towers of empty beer bottles and cans to recycle. Except that we only went twice. The whole summer. Each time was precipitated by the fact that we could no longer navigate our way through the screened-in porch to get out the front door. It took about 4 hours to get all our shit together and get down to the recycling place, and we always hid the NAAAAAASTY bottles with rotted limes (Corona! oh my god we drank so much of it) covered in moldy spiderwebs in them at the back so the recycler guy wouldn't see them. I remember both times we were all excited and like, "We're going to get like $500 for all this shit!" And then we would get like $48.