Bits and Pieces
James!
Thanks for making me laugh today! It made the day 100x better . . .
Now that my gluttonous weekend is over, I've decided to actually do something productive.
Dear James,
How's it going? You're probably exhausted, you had a long shift today. I just thought I'd leave you some hot chocolate . . . Don't forget there's always donuts too! I'm gonna go to bed but I'll see you in the morning . . .
Every time I clean my room I find more stuff to throw away and today was no exception.
Stephen James Cannell
April 10, 1985 - August 10, 2003
It is with deep sadness the family announces . . .
The key to room cleaning is minimalism and simplicity. Most of what you have stored away, you don't need.
Hi James,
You make me laugh in the kitchen when you preach about the Japanese and on the beach with all your Neanderthal ways. Oi! You made the kitchen a blast this week . . .
Often I wish somebody would come into my room when I'm not there and haul absolutely everything out, pile it up in my front yard and set it on fire.
James,
You're tall and scary to me, but I still like you . . .
Sometimes a clean slate is the answer to everything.
Who the hell are you? Do you feel like a bigger man now because you told me that you had to say good bye again? Do you think you better then me? . . . And dont even think about writing back because nothing you can say will make me feel bad about myself ever again. Sorry but have a good fucking life, jerk . . .
I am now at that point where I've stopped cleaning and found myself poring over old journals, notes, obituaries, yearbooks, concert stubs, plane tickets and other bits and pieces of memories I've stored away over the years.
. . . you make me laugh a lot! I'm glad you're here this summer.
It's interesting to look at what used to be important to you and how you've evolved.
James,
Your e-mail made me cry. I've never been able to talk to any guy like the way I know I can talk to you . . . I was sitting there thinking about how you said I was beautiful, and how I had so many things to say to you but never said anything. Nobody has ever called me beautiful before . . . Now listen this e-mail is short, because my eyes hurt from make up and crying and tiredness. I miss you too the moon and back a million times . . .
And how some things always stay the same.
Thanks for making me laugh today! It made the day 100x better . . .
Now that my gluttonous weekend is over, I've decided to actually do something productive.
Dear James,
How's it going? You're probably exhausted, you had a long shift today. I just thought I'd leave you some hot chocolate . . . Don't forget there's always donuts too! I'm gonna go to bed but I'll see you in the morning . . .
Every time I clean my room I find more stuff to throw away and today was no exception.
Stephen James Cannell
April 10, 1985 - August 10, 2003
It is with deep sadness the family announces . . .
The key to room cleaning is minimalism and simplicity. Most of what you have stored away, you don't need.
Hi James,
You make me laugh in the kitchen when you preach about the Japanese and on the beach with all your Neanderthal ways. Oi! You made the kitchen a blast this week . . .
Often I wish somebody would come into my room when I'm not there and haul absolutely everything out, pile it up in my front yard and set it on fire.
James,
You're tall and scary to me, but I still like you . . .
Sometimes a clean slate is the answer to everything.
Who the hell are you? Do you feel like a bigger man now because you told me that you had to say good bye again? Do you think you better then me? . . . And dont even think about writing back because nothing you can say will make me feel bad about myself ever again. Sorry but have a good fucking life, jerk . . .
I am now at that point where I've stopped cleaning and found myself poring over old journals, notes, obituaries, yearbooks, concert stubs, plane tickets and other bits and pieces of memories I've stored away over the years.
. . . you make me laugh a lot! I'm glad you're here this summer.
It's interesting to look at what used to be important to you and how you've evolved.
James,
Your e-mail made me cry. I've never been able to talk to any guy like the way I know I can talk to you . . . I was sitting there thinking about how you said I was beautiful, and how I had so many things to say to you but never said anything. Nobody has ever called me beautiful before . . . Now listen this e-mail is short, because my eyes hurt from make up and crying and tiredness. I miss you too the moon and back a million times . . .
And how some things always stay the same.
posted by James at 7:52 PM
8 Books were burned:
When you said personal, I didn't expect this.
On Steve Cannell:
I used to work at a restaurant with Steve-O. He was happy, friendly, helpful, sure of himself and often made fun of his stepbrother for getting so worked up over girls. He wanted to be a firefighter.
He shot himself when his girlfriend left him.
There's something beautifully poignant about this post.
i just went thru this myself as well. a few weeks ago was planning to move away. i was packing things when i came across several boxes. the world stopped for a while and i realized the importance of one thing in particular. things are ok now.
loved this post.
if i had a nickel for everytime i come across old writings and notes and whatnot, i'd probably have, like... 153 nickels.
it's sort've pathetic really, i keep all the letters and nice notes i get in a big envelope. Nice to come back to them sometimes if I need a pick-me-up or something.
I keep mine in a metal box I made in shops class in grade seven.
Stephen James Cannell
April 10, 1985 - August 10, 2003
It is with deep sadness the family announces . .
How odd. April 10th (1984) is my birthday, and August 10th (1992) is the date that my cousin was murdered.
Also, Stephen and James are the two middle names my parents chose between for my brother.
Throw one on the pile
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