What the hell

[thisisnotmybed]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, even if we talk every day, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about

Comments

[sunshinestealer]

I remember creating a secret handshake with you but, I can't really remember what it was? We'll have to re-do it.

[thisisnotmybed]

Aye

[cupcakes_______]

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY CORY BORY LORY BOY!
I LOVE YOU
EVEN IF WE NEVER SEE EACH OTHER.
HAHA.
I MISS YOU TONS AND TONS.
AND I WILL GRACING THE COMMUNITY SCHOOL WITH MY PRESSENCE ONE OF THESE DAYS.
JUST FOR A VISIT!

[thisisnotmybed]

Mos def.

[cedar_chest]

there are too many memories. the time we shot people with window washing fluid? jerusalem prison? the time i made you take a shot of vinagar because you lost at jenga and then you threw up? the time you licked the back of my neck before i even really knew you? the time we bought $20 worth of scratch tickets with ben and scratched them at applebees? i don't know which one to pick.

[thisisnotmybed]

Good times. You forgot the part where we got those bad eggs to buy us chips and salsa for coercing me into licking your neck.

[thisisnotmybed]

It was specifically the ones who lived in that crazy castle. And that whole head dropping thing is probably why I have such a hard time speaking sometimes.

"i admire you so much"

[cedar_chest]

i remember that party...good thing i'm not like that at parties in college.

[xo__ashley]

Too many memories. I guess my favorite ones are from 140 Boylston St.