a confederacy of dunces

People.  There is a reason that we celebrate good things in our history, like birthdays or anniversaries.  As opposed to drudging up awful days from our past.  Sure, the day I made out with my best friend's boyfriend, the day I broke my grandmother's antique vase, the day I cheated on a test in undergrad : these are a  part of my history.  But probably not days I need to commemorate at regular intervals.  Know what I'm saying?

I'M TALKING TO YOU, VIRGINIA.




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