Heather rocks the world of all she
knows...and she totally knows me. I'm
not sure if I would have made it out of
Harvard alive if my roommate wasn't
there. Oddly, many of us looked to
Heather as a voice of reason: "No, Dani,
it's too late to start partying now." "No,
Joe, you can't fly." etc, etc. Heather
maybe hasn't realized it yet, but
because I tagged her to be in my
wedding party, there will be pictures of
her up in my house for the rest of my life-
which is more than I can say about her
Friendster profile, but hey- you've got to
know her to know her.Thank you,
Heather- for everything.
They say that scent is the srongest
sense tied to memory and that is truest
when I think of Heather and the way she
smelled in high school. To be honest, I
don't even remember what she looks
like, but I will never forget the smell of
Chanel No 5 and the texture of her
hand. Beyond that, Heather could
always light up the room with her wry
smile and breath of condescendingly
fresh air.
knows...and she totally knows me. I'm
not sure if I would have made it out of
Harvard alive if my roommate wasn't
there. Oddly, many of us looked to
Heather as a voice of reason: "No, Dani,
it's too late to start partying now." "No,
Joe, you can't fly." etc, etc. Heather
maybe hasn't realized it yet, but
because I tagged her to be in my
wedding party, there will be pictures of
her up in my house for the rest of my life-
which is more than I can say about her
Friendster profile, but hey- you've got to
know her to know her.Thank you,
Heather- for everything.
sense tied to memory and that is truest
when I think of Heather and the way she
smelled in high school. To be honest, I
don't even remember what she looks
like, but I will never forget the smell of
Chanel No 5 and the texture of her
hand. Beyond that, Heather could
always light up the room with her wry
smile and breath of condescendingly
fresh air.
pictures?
she used to tie me up with a feather
boa and take photos. ah, how i miss
those days...