You must post a memory of me. It can be good...or bad. Just so long as it happened. Then post this to your journal, and see what people remember about you.
I remember when I first met you back when Rio and Adnan were sort of together. I remember liking you when I first saw you, but I was so shy because you were too beautiful and intelligent for me to even be around. I remember how much I loved your sarcasm and your braces, and you liked my shirt and that I could skateboard. I miss those days...
Lets see, a memory of you? Well I am your friend, but by no means the closest. But one memory that is particulary fun has surfaced. Those chilly nights we spent playing frisbee in the park. Those were fun. I miss you KT! I miss all of my friends! I will see you in 70 some odd days.
A memory of you huh? Gee, let me think.....Hmmmm. Nope. Don't remember a thing. Absolutely nothing; nada. And I certainly don't remember climbing an awesome tree and experiencing my first real kiss with a certain lady who's easily the best thing that ever happened to me, and then followed the experience with an uncanny joke about a classic nursery ryme. Nope, definitely don't remember that...
shall i be sweet or interesting...? how about both:
i remember all those nights, driving around town. we wasted gas and blared the radio and sung along. no matter what was wrong, you or me, a guy or our parents, it was always a little bit better after.
i also remember, distictly, watching movies late one night and then, because we were both lonly and missing our guys, making out on the futon. no more details necessary.
im emotional, im weird, im no one's poster child, im the youngest of 3 girls, i have ADD, im young enuf to know that i know everything, and old enough to know that i am always wrong
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I remember when I first met you back when Rio and Adnan were sort of together. I remember liking you when I first saw you, but I was so shy because you were too beautiful and intelligent for me to even be around. I remember how much I loved your sarcasm and your braces, and you liked my shirt and that I could skateboard. I miss those days...
Lets see, a memory of you? Well I am your friend, but by no means the closest. But one memory that is particulary fun has surfaced. Those chilly nights we spent playing frisbee in the park. Those were fun. I miss you KT! I miss all of my friends! I will see you in 70 some odd days.
A memory of you huh? Gee, let me think.....Hmmmm. Nope. Don't remember a thing. Absolutely nothing; nada. And I certainly don't remember climbing an awesome tree and experiencing my first real kiss with a certain lady who's easily the best thing that ever happened to me, and then followed the experience with an uncanny joke about a classic nursery ryme. Nope, definitely don't remember that...
shall i be sweet or interesting...? how about both:
i remember all those nights, driving around town. we wasted gas and blared the radio and sung along. no matter what was wrong, you or me, a guy or our parents, it was always a little bit better after.
i also remember, distictly, watching movies late one night and then, because we were both lonly and missing our guys, making out on the futon. no more details necessary.
love you!!!
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