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[lifeisjustasong]

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.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

Comments

[bellybuttonbutt]

I was actually thinking about this today... I remember when you used to wednesdayfest every week and one night you came home really really drunk, got on your bed (which was way up high), and got sick in a plastic walmart bag. The other part was that while you were puking you were laying on the very edge of your bed and I was totally freaked out because I thought you were going to fall off. I was just standing there saying, "adrienne...don't fall off." Oh well, you didn't fall off but there were many more drunken nights after that with similar experiences...freshman year was a blast.

[superrockinmike]

skinny dipping at dori's!

oh yeah

[speedbanshee]

When you kick me out of your party and made nick take me away.....owell that is life I am very used to it......oh yeah hahahaha well i fucked my hands up and all but that night i met a girl I thought was cool that I had no chance with....
peace,
Daniel

[squidnana]

making out with you at pizza d! and then telling you about it the next morning b/c you had forgotten!

how bout the time when...

[maroonrock5]

How bout the time when Matt T. ran down a light pole the day after we had ppl over to your house while your mom and Richard were out of town. Or how bout the first cigarette we ever tried together in the woods by your house? How about the awesome surprise birthday party you threw me and the only reason I knew there were ppl in your room was because Busta smelled like weed?! HAHA! How about when we use to hang out with Busta and Marcus? Oh those were the day! Oh, remember in Jr. High when we would play in the stream behind your house and make paint out of the rocks and write all over our faces? Or how about the night I got the name ASSHOLE! Miss you!