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you and Cat should totally start something like that in Vancouver!
Actually, it does happen in Vancouver… check out http://www.straight.com/content.cfm?id=16890
That is a fantastic idea. And an easy sell to the media. Seriously, if you’re inclined to organize this badboy, let me know.
Dear god, the things that I could contribute to this from the closet in my old room at my parents’ house. Not only angst-filled journals and horrifying teenage “poetry,” but EVERY NOTE I got through all of high school all organized in duotangs!!! (yes, I had a problem.) Oh my.
I don’t know if I’m ready to sell out the teenage version of me quite yet but I have no problem listening to others do so.
Especially if there is alcohol involved.