Memories.

So, I was sitting on twitter earlier (I know, shocking), and there's this fantastic #TAG going on at the moment called the best friends tag. I started to do it but it was spamming a whole lot (which is saying something coming from me, TRUST).. so I decided to do it on my blog.

Anyway, about 10 minutes in I got super bored so I deleted the whole thing and instead I will tell you a story.

A long long time ago, when I was about 18? And James was a year younger than me I guess, we lived together in a very small "bedroom" (it was actually a garage). We thought we were super cool in our own little.. Bachelor[ette] pad, I guess?  It was really quite lame and I am super ashamed even looking at the pictures but I'm going to share some.. just because.

We painted the whole thing white with the intention of doing "Graffiti Art" on the walls, to kind of make the room punk-rock (we were both going through an Avril/punk/aahhh rebellion stage, and both had dyed black hair, dark eyeliner and bracelets upto our elbows).. about two seconds in to the very first "artwork" it became very clear that neither of us are Graffiti Artists, and so we decided instead to cover it in posters.

Anyway, one day we were sitting on our computers (which were literally feet from one another), listening to music, when I turned to him and said "Nach [my nickname for him and his for me], get on MSN I need to talk to you" ... it really didn't occur to either of us that this was unusual in any way whatsoever until much, much later. We also had a couch (which you can sort of see in the forefront of the picture above) which was magical, named "The Couch Bin" and would sometimes produce Coke or any other beverage that you expressed desire for. It was amazing.

I guess that's all, except I <3 and miss my Nachboo. <3 <3 <3 BFF. .. even in terrible webcam photos where I'm eating your face off! Aaaahhh we were so young!! <3

xx. A.