So I'm going through some old photo albums, hunting for pictures I can use in my Last, Final Book Project. I was amused by the thoughts going through my head, which included:
- Shit, she's dead now.
- Shit, she is too.
- Ick, *that* guy (shudder, twitch)
- How did I not know how freakin' pretty I was?
- Man, he got old.
- Okay, my arms looked kinda flabby even back then...
- Whatever happened to that shirt, anyway?
- Goddamn I was thin.
- He hasn't spoken to me in years. Huh.
- I miss my long hair!
and finally...
- Photographic proof of Darxus at age 18! Ha!
Some of these thoughts were kind of depressing, but mostly I am amused.