i just read steph's journal (i know, as always, late on the lj uptake). and i love this group of girls. we're kind of cultish, kind of bitch when we don't hang out for a while. but i like that, it means that WE mean something, we hold on to the memories and we fight the tides that pull us apart. and we can beat those tides, ladies. i'm sure i've told a few of you before. i haven't met many people who have connections like I know we have. we are special. i guess that's just the way NDA was. you either had friends, or you were done (get it, done? come on guys). and we had the best of friends, we had each other. i love how we all egg each other on to be the retards we are, to steal the street signs, to have to take a trip with big jesse to bowery street on the east side to get vodka! to deal with rain, and him picking us up citrus flavored instead of zinfadel (this is ONLY for the ladies.) i love how none of us let go of times like that. and ladies, despite the time we have had to bare apart, and despite the times we've been aggravated with the distance separating us, our zeal to hold on to our memories, is the exact reason we're going to continue making them
with that, love, lust, and the citrus. "i'll bring the orange juice, a piece and a pen, and maybe margaret will flash old guys again."
remember i love you all for life. you made 00-04, and we still know how to rock.
i just read steph's journal (i know, as always, late on the lj uptake).
and i love this group of girls. we're kind of cultish, kind of bitch
when we don't hang out for a while. but i like that, it means that WE
mean something, we hold on to the memories and we fight the tides that pull
us apart. and we can beat those tides, ladies. i'm sure i've told a few
of you before. i haven't met many people who have connections like I
know we have. we are special. i guess that's just the way NDA was.
you either had friends, or you were done (get it, done? come on guys).
and we had the best of friends, we had each other. i love how we all
egg each other on to be the retards we are, to steal the street signs,
to have to take a trip with big jesse to bowery street on the east side
to get vodka! to deal with rain, and him picking us up citrus flavored
instead of zinfadel (this is ONLY for the ladies.) i love how none of us
let go of times like that. and ladies, despite the time we have had to
bare apart, and despite the times we've been aggravated with the distance
separating us, our zeal to hold on to our memories, is the exact reason
we're going to continue making them
with that, love, lust, and the citrus.
"i'll bring the orange juice, a piece and a pen,
and maybe margaret will flash old guys again."
remember i love you all for life. you made 00-04, and we still know how to rock.
<3 me.
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