I’m moving on July 7. My friend Lee (known to some as The White Russian) and I are going to split the cost on a downtown Memphis apartment. The lease is only six months, so that’s good. Long enough to be worth the effort of moving, but short enough that it’s reasonably easy to get out of if necessary.

There’s a little more business to be done before it’s completely official, but the deposit is paid and the applications have been signed, and the credit check’s done. Blah.

I’ve been packing and cleaning a bunch lately. It needs to be done and helps to keep my mind from dwelling on unpleasantries.

I’ve thrown a bunch of stuff away. Hah… while cleaning out my closet, I found a locked chest of some old things stuffed beneath a bunch of boxes. There were some amusingly random things in there that, for the life of me, I can’t remember why I kept. From the looks of things, it seems like everything in there was from my junior high school (and maybe early high school) years. A few old school papers were in there, mostly dated 1991. A few were as recent as 1994.

But more interesting was the copy of “Easyriders” that was in there. Hah… that would have been the first dirty magazine I ever bought (not that I’ve ever bought that many…). There’s not even any full nudity in it, just a few topless shots of girls with motorcycles. I’ve never really had a thing for motorcycles, but if I recall correctly, the gas station where I bought it didn’t happen to carry anything like Playboy or Penthouse or whatever.

Even lamer, I found a Victoria’s Secret catalog, which I can only assume I swiped from the mail at some point. From the looks of the fashions inside (there were a few non-lingerie type outfits in there), I’d say it must’ve been from the late 80s or very early 90s. That is to say, it was from the time I was just starting to like girls. Hah. I must’ve been such a little horndog.

Ah, fond memories of classic wanking sessions.

I also found my 7th grade class yearbook (1990-91). Brought back quite a few memories. I looked like such a nerd. Hah. Lots of people in there I haven’t seen in years. I don’t really have anything to say to them now, but it was amusing to remember old times. I wonder if any of my old teachers are still there? I don’t know. I know the neighborhood where I lived and went to school back then has gotten a bit rougher since back in the day.

I know that I bought a yearbook in my senior year of high school, but I don’t think I bought any of the 8th-11th grade ones. I don’t know where the senior year one is though.

Of all the little trinkets I’ve found, I’ve been keeping the ones that have at least some good memories attached, and ditching the rest. It’s not that there haven’t been bad times, but honestly… I’ve dwelt on those enough and it’s not like I had forgotten any of the bad memories anyway. Those are the easy ones to remember. It’s the good stuff you have to hang on to.

More later, should insomnia continue to prevail over the night…