i got back from the virgin islands at about 1 a.m. this morning. so here is all the boring crap you can choose to read or not, but i'd rather you read it
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i want you to think about our last memory together. right in front of marble slab. ro and i chasing after your amazing red jeep. god, i miss that jeep.
i miss you. i miss local shows. i miss shows in general. i miss dancing with you, and dancing hard. i miss flipping out in front of you, solely because a little chocolate melted on my skirt. i miss golfcart rides. i miss talking about boys with you. i miss buying you medicine and pez for your migraine. i miss your yellow dress, along with all of your adorable shoes, earrings, belts, whatever. i miss little five points with you. i miss the minute amount of cuddling we engaged in. i miss your house. i miss slumber parties. i miss all the stupid drama we involved ourselves in. i miss the miata. i miss taking pictures. i miss going to hardcore shows with you, even though you probably hated them. i miss el ranchero with you. i miss your puns, and your nerdiness. (marching band?) i miss going to movies with you, and crying afterwards. i miss going anywhere and always feeling confident knowing you were with me, and that i had a friend as hot as you. i miss getting ready to go to starbucks. (oops, did i really just admit that?)
i can't even listen to yellowcard anymore.
i've thought about it over and over, and you leaving was the worst thing that has ever happened to me.
hayley...you mean more to me than you could ever imagine. all i have to say is that...."i am in DISGUST." remember that? i sure do. i also remember all those wonderful times that we shared together. and i KNOW we will repeat those times again and make new ones. if you dont believe me then i shall have to take away all your jeep riding privlages. good threat eh? what you said was one of the most sincerest things anyone has ever said to me. i am crying now too. this is when we should be crying together in eachother's arms...like the dykes we really are. i love you.
nicole turbiville,
i want you to think about our last memory together. right in front of marble slab. ro and i chasing after your amazing red jeep. god, i miss that jeep.
i miss you. i miss local shows. i miss shows in general. i miss dancing with you, and dancing hard. i miss flipping out in front of you, solely because a little chocolate melted on my skirt. i miss golfcart rides. i miss talking about boys with you. i miss buying you medicine and pez for your migraine. i miss your yellow dress, along with all of your adorable shoes, earrings, belts, whatever. i miss little five points with you. i miss the minute amount of cuddling we engaged in. i miss your house. i miss slumber parties. i miss all the stupid drama we involved ourselves in. i miss the miata. i miss taking pictures. i miss going to hardcore shows with you, even though you probably hated them. i miss el ranchero with you. i miss your puns, and your nerdiness. (marching band?) i miss going to movies with you, and crying afterwards. i miss going anywhere and always feeling confident knowing you were with me, and that i had a friend as hot as you. i miss getting ready to go to starbucks. (oops, did i really just admit that?)
i can't even listen to yellowcard anymore.
i've thought about it over and over, and you leaving was the worst thing that has ever happened to me.
i am seriously in tears right now.
come home.
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