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Missing Building 19, now and always
Building 19? Well, it was a store that sold things. There's a word to describe those things, but we can’t print it here. Let’s just say it r
This story is really only going to be relevant to my fellow Olds who live or once lived in Massachusetts, but it's great. Dang, I miss the sheer adventure of visiting a completely atmosphere-less Building 19, never knowing what you were going to find, and always having a great time doing it. (And of course, I miss the flyers, too.)
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I literally can not believe building 19 is closing.
so after seeing some post about some south NJ chain
i really wanna make one of those stupid/funny powerpoint things about some fuckin MA thing like Christmas Tree shops or Building 19 (aka my two favorite places to get random cheap shit)
Who's excited to get cheap Christmas decorations from a dirty warehouse that sells knock-off brand food, things that are dirty and broken, and still has the same products as they did ten years ago? This girl.
Tweets to follow.
Day 46: Suite outing and cutting Paul's hair
Yesterday I cut Paul's hair. He came to Olin, and within two days had probably received ten comments that he needed a haircut. I mentioned that I had cut Gaby's hair several times, and would be willing to do it. In he waltzed a 2, and so we set up a chair and a few towels, wet his hair and got started.
At first I shortened his hair by about 2 inches. Not satisfied, he and Trevor insisted on a shorted cut. Slightly apprehensive, I chopped off another four inches using the "cut the local maximum" technique I personally developed. The suite, covered in hair, was a tribute to the long locks of hair I snipped from his head.
At 4, our suite headed out in the Hootonmobile to Building 19. We successfully found a bathmat, and I got two notebooks and a loofah as well. We had just left our parking space when I said we should hit up Five Guys before leaving, so back into another parking spot we pulled. I ordered a large fries for the six of us; we sat there munching peanuts and dipping our hot fries in ketchup. It was a good day.
-Kat