I have this whole box of old stuff.
It is filled wonderful treasures from my life.
When I am feeling extra douchey, I look through it to remind myself what a bad-a** I am.
Maybe it's the old pair of brass knuckles that really gets me pumped:
Or maybe all the love notes from Jared:
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| Everyday we spend together I love you more and more (even days when you are on your period) Thank you for marrying me, you make me the happiest. Love, Jared |
Or it could be the inappropriate letters/pictures from my good friends and family.
Either way I feel awesomeness pulsing through my veins after I'm done going through it.
Everyone should cultivate an old box.
