A LOT of inside jokes on this picture that virtually no one except about 50 people who graduated from a school in East Central Pennsylvania in 1999 would understand..
These were the days.
Having a nostalgia filled Sunday morning.
And nostalgia is the thing I crave least.. the emotion I want to dissuade from occurring the most. And the brain warp that happens way too often as I see hours slip through my fingers like the sands of time.
