If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want- good or bad- BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE
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Remember that time we actually went through with all our fantasies and got sex changes? You, with all your plastic surgery, opted to don the power suits of a publicist/public relations mogal. You took the name Samantha Jones and assumed complete control over the Manhattan social scene. I, on the other hand, I chose to live the life of a sex columnist/fashion debutante, donning stylin' shoes and a quirky persona, and the name Carrie Bradshaw. Our misadventures entertained and captivated audiences for seven years, in which time we beded hundreds of men between the two of us. Finally, after a tangle with breast cancer and a short-lived move to Paris, we decided to hang up our vaginas and once again "hang loose" with the penis. The End.
Hey remember that time you were really quiet, forgot the words to a musical, didn't laugh or sing, turned down tickets to see a broadway show to stay home and watch golf, and were completely straight?
wow... that never EVER happened.
i love you and i miss you soo much. I hope i get to see you at some point over Christmas break. Its just too quiet without your contagious laugh.
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Big Love,
Jared
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wow... that never EVER happened.
i love you and i miss you soo much. I hope i get to see you at some point over Christmas break. Its just too quiet without your contagious laugh.
Merry Christmas and happy new year!
-Katie
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