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Lafayette, Louisiana. What a weird and wonderful place. Everything is stagnant but moves at a ridiculous pace. b.l.u.r

There are certain things you always carry with you. Physical things: a journal, a sharpie, a wallet, a charm. But then there are the mental things you always keep tucked deep in your pockets. The way the sun sets behind trees reminding you of getting off work in the summer and riding down a hill. Certain songs reminding you of dancing around in your underwear. Certain foods trigger memories of binge eating and laughing hysterically at the fact that you're eating so much. Bubble baths, colored water, rubber frogs. Catch phrases, oversized sweaters, burritos. Stick shift, apples, xmas trees. Then there comes a morning when you wake up and realize that they're tucked away for a reason and that you don't quite remember the feelings they used to give you. You change and you grow. The nostalgia lessens, faces fade, and you're left feeling a little gray. But who says gray isn't a good canvas to work on? That's also my favorite color! That's gotta mean something. Mmmmmm. Just a feeling of contentment. A settling of sorts.

Yea Dude!

Talking to yourself is definitely therapeutic. Oh, Blogosphere.