inn town

I can't feel anything...

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Fifteen years on and I'm still using the same tropes.

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Just spent the last hour IM with a girl I went to my chef's wedding with, back in 2001.  I had the rare option of either going to his wedding, in a big old catholic cathedral in McKees Rocks, PA, with reception on a riverboat, or a close friends' wedding up in Erie, PA, the same day.

I chose the former.  Oddly enough, both marriages ended in divorce.

My sister's wedding, the weekend before in August 2001, is still going strong.  Go figure.

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Listening to random Whiskeytown, trying not to remember when it was that I first heard certain songs.  Not winning that battle.

Pnuemonia kinda sucks, and it's a good chance I spelled it wrong.  On the other hand, I'm really missing the Pittsburgh duplex right now.

First time I heard Whiskeytown was a rainy summer night in Pitts.  Windows open, the heavens opening, and "sit and listen to the rain" playing on the whole-house speakers.  Sometimes the DJs at WYEP know what they're doing at 11:30 at night.

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I was born in an abundance of inherited sadness...

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Not so much here.  It amazes me how much I envy my own upbringing.  Not idylic, but perhaps ideal. There is no way it would ever be able to be replicated, and while I kinda wish it could, there is no way I would wish it upon anyone.

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I've come across a few pictures of myself from my childhood.  It is a true fact that if I had $250K I would buy my childhood house.  My dad bought it it for  $23K in 1972.  Go fucking figure.

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Finishing this up, I'm kinda pissed off at my ability to just wallow in stupidity.