apparently you and your boy were at
B-Side the other night hanging out
with my friend Danny... i know this
because he was telling me about
this really cool southern couple he
met and then he showed me a
picture of y'all. i was like holy crap...
they are cool! and southern!
I met Lauren on the side of I- 85
outside of Clemson one foggy night in
1997- I guess it was just meant to be.
At first I thought the $2.50
for "everything" was a bit steep, but
after 3 minutes of cold sweats and
discomfort, I was only midly
disappointed. Providence had it that
we were both headed back to the idyllic
hamlet known as Snellville, and we've
shared an uneasy and slightly guilt-
ridden friendship ever since. When I
found out that I was HIV positive she
took me out for Chinese, and when she
got that rash (y'all remember that one!)
I went all out and sprung for a pack of
Doral's to cheer her up. What else can
I say- Through all the misery, the
pandora's box of friendship she opened
up, something like vague tolerance
remains... and that my friends is what
this world is all about!
"Is mud working tonight?......(music
stops) ...who the hell is mud?" Lauren is
the only girl who can analyze people for
hours on end with me...and still have
enough energy to watch a fucked up
movie that we all loved as children. The
wheelers...what?? She taught me the
most effective self-defense move in the
world. However, I have a feeling that if I
just gave my attacker my "ugly
face"..he'd give me his wallet and run for
the hills. Lauren, in all honesty, if this
whole hairstyling thing doesn't work
out...you could always do manicures.
They are the best. The city is ours
girl...get out of connecticut already. I
love you.
By the way...Willy Wonka is a what all
movies wish they could be: it is truly
inspirational. To see Lauren
perform "Cheer Up Charlie" is like
witnessing the birth of Christ. A
miracle indeed.
Lauren, Lauren. Why did I say melk
instead of Milk, and pellow, instead of
pillow?
But I had you, helping to ween me off
of my mother's speech patterns.
Remember those lunches in Middle
school? You were so charming then, and
that charm has not wained. Sigh....be
my friend?
I'll share some of Kenneth's cookies
and milk...
Why does Buster eat my hair?
B-Side the other night hanging out
with my friend Danny... i know this
because he was telling me about
this really cool southern couple he
met and then he showed me a
picture of y'all. i was like holy crap...
they are cool! and southern!
will last. or begin.
or have the idea of flirted with.
i haven't talked to you in a while...
outside of Clemson one foggy night in
1997- I guess it was just meant to be.
At first I thought the $2.50
for "everything" was a bit steep, but
after 3 minutes of cold sweats and
discomfort, I was only midly
disappointed. Providence had it that
we were both headed back to the idyllic
hamlet known as Snellville, and we've
shared an uneasy and slightly guilt-
ridden friendship ever since. When I
found out that I was HIV positive she
took me out for Chinese, and when she
got that rash (y'all remember that one!)
I went all out and sprung for a pack of
Doral's to cheer her up. What else can
I say- Through all the misery, the
pandora's box of friendship she opened
up, something like vague tolerance
remains... and that my friends is what
this world is all about!
stops) ...who the hell is mud?" Lauren is
the only girl who can analyze people for
hours on end with me...and still have
enough energy to watch a fucked up
movie that we all loved as children. The
wheelers...what?? She taught me the
most effective self-defense move in the
world. However, I have a feeling that if I
just gave my attacker my "ugly
face"..he'd give me his wallet and run for
the hills. Lauren, in all honesty, if this
whole hairstyling thing doesn't work
out...you could always do manicures.
They are the best. The city is ours
girl...get out of connecticut already. I
love you.
movies wish they could be: it is truly
inspirational. To see Lauren
perform "Cheer Up Charlie" is like
witnessing the birth of Christ. A
miracle indeed.
instead of Milk, and pellow, instead of
pillow?
But I had you, helping to ween me off
of my mother's speech patterns.
Remember those lunches in Middle
school? You were so charming then, and
that charm has not wained. Sigh....be
my friend?
I'll share some of Kenneth's cookies
and milk...
no one else will. I think Friendster's
passing it's peak of interest, anyway;
it's becoming (alert: gay word) passe.
Anyway, I just asked Lauren to marry
me. I'm waiting...