A memory about liz. There are so many. I run the risk of being caustic in this reflectionary trip but i shall do my best. My fondest memory of liz is actually an amalgamation of memories. Liz used to work in a quaint little bead shop and would often ask me to visit. I would ofen visit on my neon orage shorts and a scrubby t-shirt on sundays. I wore such drab attire because i hate to dress up on sundays. If it were up to me i wouldn't wear anything, but that's neither here nor there. Our meetings were often brief but i still enjoyed them. One day i came and picked her up for lunch. We drove to Baja fresh and had burrito's. Afterwords we smoked a clove and things were groovy. We drove back to the store and talked some more and then Rebecca Miles walked in. She didn't notice me and when her back was turned i got the fuck out without incident. That was the last time i saw liz at the bead store, and the last time i saw becca. Soon after that i went away to school and liz quit the bead store. I feel our time at the bead
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liz... my fondest memory of u was jazz camp lol duh but i think one of the best ones we have is prolly either passing notes about matt. me complaing to u how i want a cigarette... or sitting with you in ur room talking. and u letting me do ur makeup we hung out like a week but we seriously have like a million things we could talk about from that. meg
...which ...one? (::insert heavy breathing here::) Doesn't ... matter!!improbabilityApril 30 2004, 07:28:40 UTC
I am particularly fond of our long car rides and lovely conversations.... adventures in practice rooms... messing with Eric at the Jazz concert. ;)
... and, of course, our delightfully inappropriate conversations and the absolute carefree abandon with which we discuss. I love how we can turn everything, absolutely EVERYTHING, into a sexual reference.
On that note... you want to get coffee? Perhaps with male company?
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... and, of course, our delightfully inappropriate conversations and the absolute carefree abandon with which we discuss. I love how we can turn everything, absolutely EVERYTHING, into a sexual reference.
On that note... you want to get coffee? Perhaps with male company?
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