hey bren.
remember when we totally fooled around
at your parents' house and brandon
totally blew a spaz because he thought
that i was manipulating you into doing
things that you wouldn't normally do?
he was so lame. and your parents' were
so nieve. like how many slumber parties
do they think 17 year olds usually
have? i miss you baby!
remember when you were trying to quit
smoking after you got back from france
and messed around with dean cain and
you found out that dylan and kelly
were doing it and you said you
couldn't quit because it was too hard
with something so big and horrible
happening and brandon said but if you
can make it through this without a
cigarette then you can make it through
anything? that was really inspiring.
and that was after that whole mess
with that bitchy tv producer who
totally used you to get a trashy story
for that inside edition type show
she was a hose beast, but you're nit a
hose beast brenda, you're my favorite
and i was really sad when you went
away to "england" and when they
blurred your face out of the memory
show before the last episode, those
bastards
I first ran into Brenda Walsh in high
school, when my date and I stopped by
the Peach Pit for some fries. I was
scanning the menu to see if I wanted
anything else when I looked up and saw
this magnificent vision: dark hair,
horn-rimmed glasses, cracking gum like
nobody's business. She strutted over
our booth, whipped her pen out from
behind her ear, and held it poised
above her notepad.
"What'll ya' have?" she demanded
sassily.
"Who are you?" I gasped. (I was
usually waited on by this good-natured
boy to whom I felt curiously drawn
despite his consummate blandness.)
"I'm Luh-voyne," she said. "Choymed,
I'm shuah."
Boy, was she a hoot! She kept all of
us at the diner in stitches that
night. In fact, my date laughed so
hard that he had to excuse himself to
go outside several times "for a
breather from all this zaniness." I
would have, too, but I simply could not
take my eyes off that crazy girl.
She was some character, that Laverne.
I chuckle just thinking about her.
Later I learned that "Laverne" was
simply a high school student named
Brenda who used acting as a way to
escape from her raging insecurities.
But then does not all great art stem
from pain?
C'mon Bren, Don't get all ticked, I just
need to get some air, blow off some
steam, you know. I don't need you
getting into my business 24-7! Whatever,
I'm outta here.
Tin Roof. And, I know you didn't have
to sleep with me to get that part!
married that big jawed Stewart guy!!
remember when we totally fooled around
at your parents' house and brandon
totally blew a spaz because he thought
that i was manipulating you into doing
things that you wouldn't normally do?
he was so lame. and your parents' were
so nieve. like how many slumber parties
do they think 17 year olds usually
have? i miss you baby!
smoking after you got back from france
and messed around with dean cain and
you found out that dylan and kelly
were doing it and you said you
couldn't quit because it was too hard
with something so big and horrible
happening and brandon said but if you
can make it through this without a
cigarette then you can make it through
anything? that was really inspiring.
and that was after that whole mess
with that bitchy tv producer who
totally used you to get a trashy story
for that inside edition type show
she was a hose beast, but you're nit a
hose beast brenda, you're my favorite
and i was really sad when you went
away to "england" and when they
blurred your face out of the memory
show before the last episode, those
bastards
school, when my date and I stopped by
the Peach Pit for some fries. I was
scanning the menu to see if I wanted
anything else when I looked up and saw
this magnificent vision: dark hair,
horn-rimmed glasses, cracking gum like
nobody's business. She strutted over
our booth, whipped her pen out from
behind her ear, and held it poised
above her notepad.
"What'll ya' have?" she demanded
sassily.
"Who are you?" I gasped. (I was
usually waited on by this good-natured
boy to whom I felt curiously drawn
despite his consummate blandness.)
"I'm Luh-voyne," she said. "Choymed,
I'm shuah."
Boy, was she a hoot! She kept all of
us at the diner in stitches that
night. In fact, my date laughed so
hard that he had to excuse himself to
go outside several times "for a
breather from all this zaniness." I
would have, too, but I simply could not
take my eyes off that crazy girl.
She was some character, that Laverne.
I chuckle just thinking about her.
Later I learned that "Laverne" was
simply a high school student named
Brenda who used acting as a way to
escape from her raging insecurities.
But then does not all great art stem
from pain?
need to get some air, blow off some
steam, you know. I don't need you
getting into my business 24-7! Whatever,
I'm outta here.