What the heck...

[soulkarma]

If you can read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a memory of us - even if we don't speak very often. It can be anything you want, 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.I mean, c'mon... livejournals

Comments

[warped_savant]

Being lost in an airport trying to figure out where to go and then finally seeing a familiar face that was hovering above a blue dress.

[anonymous]

I can put more than one right? Let's see:

I seem to remember a crazy band called the American Scream Machines and a tape that I'm sure my mother is holding for the "perfect time."

Who could forget the amazing Rockin' Rick cooking show?

Too bad the publishers of the Daily Cooter went out of business.

"We want Chia-neese, if you please...meow!"

"I got friends at Subway, where they put on pickles and mayonaise"

Who else could I go to McDonalds with and spend like $50?

I have a great picture of two girls getting ready to go to a middle school graduation but they look a little smurfy to me....

Oh no! A flying pepperoni!

I seem to remember trying to convince someone (not naming any names here) to buy a bra and I had to fight said someone tooth and nail!

Need I really go on? All I have to say is "DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

-Chrissy

[kali_81]

You let me drive your car the entire time we were here.

The amazingness of Funyuns.

The emergency hamburger run from Gaea.

"Oh my god...he's married."

Waiting for the result - "Do you feel pregnant?"

Shirley Q Liquor and all the rest of the songs we were embarrassed to be listening to during the blogathon.

Finding his mp3 collection complete with ABBA.

Philly cheesesteaks, walking into the men's restroom, and my shirt on inside out at the airport.

[sequiro]

Nelson Dewey State Park

in the car

[anonymous]

I remember when you, Tahnee and I were riding around in Tahnee's car. I was explaining to you about a piece of art I was creating encoorporating the many pieces of soul I have received from my dearest friends who have affected me. You were sitting in the front seat, with your hand out the window holding a cigarette. I was slunching forward so that you could hear me talking with the noise of the wind. I said, "Amanda, your piece in my art is three perfect words: I understand you." You received my gift so thoroughly. I saw it on your face. :) It made me happy. Emily