So we've been moving. I've been in my apartment for a whopping 17 years, so there's a lot of stuff. Plus I have childhood stuff in there, since my parents left my childhood home long ago and I had to drag my things to college and various apts. after that.
Moving means finding little things from your past and deciding whether to keep them. Today I went through some papers and found the following two gems:
1. My rejection letter from Princeton.
2. A letter from my brother that begins, "Dear Shitster..."