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Sep 07, 2008, 10:30 PM
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I remembered when I was 12 years old, my dad decided my brother and I were old enough to watch ourselves when he was away at work so we started taking the bus home insyead of going to latchkey. I had this purple key-clip-thing and dangling on it was the little silver key to the house (purple is my favorite color  ) I felt so proud and mature I showed off that thing as much as I could the first few weeks, and dad made me wear it on one of the belt loops on my jeans so I wouldn't lose it.
Sure, it probably looks rediculous, but it IS convient if you don't carry around a purse at all times and pockets are a no-go for me because when you sit down you run the rsk of having the keys drill into your leg.
I don't mind keys, but the worst comon sound in the entire universe for me is...
When people walk on the carpet and they drag there feet....ooooooo it bothers me so much when I actualy notice it. Like fingernails on a chalkboard!
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