Comments | kesterly: Sure, why not!

kesterly

Sure, why not!

Nov 09, 2005 15:55

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad, or possibly illegal.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your journal to see what people remember about you

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everraven November 9 2005, 14:46:24 UTC

Standing on Jimmy's porch, discussing life the universe and a missing power cable. AH Ranting with friends!

mandis13 November 9 2005, 14:46:55 UTC

Well, you are a "newer" friend of mine, so less of a library to choose from. What does spring to mind is the first time you spent the night over here, you and I in the computer room talking to the early morning. Was our "getting to know you" moment. :)

kirk_daniel November 9 2005, 16:44:40 UTC

It was on WOW. There was a Parrot that got turned into a sheep and suddenly we got jumped by every damn pirate in Dead Mines.

Hehe.

jenny_zzz November 9 2005, 18:53:58 UTC

I've only met you once (maybe twice briefly?), so I don't really have any memories :D

frolicswllamas November 9 2005, 19:09:45 UTC

I remember the first time I met you at the movie in Memphis or Southaven, and sitting around at Steak and Shake afterwards thinking, "I like her." And then the second time we were together in the same place, I remember thinking, "oh, my gosh. She hates me. What did I do?" And then I remember you at Christmas giving me the pink knife and being so touched that you got me a gift, and that night you said that you didn't dislike me. I remember learning of your love for rotel (sp?) and being excited because I knew at every party you'd be attending from then on, there would be some. I remember playing poker with you for the first time in Jackson at Shana's and thinking, "She's going to kill me. She wants me to lose." (although everyone wants that...I just wasn't a competitive enough poker player--or experienced at all. I think I have too much compassion for poler. When I play with my little brothers, if they are about to go out, I give them some of my chips so they can stay in the game). I then remember thinking that you were going ( ... )