01. Reply with your name and I will write something about you. Likes to think she's a dork, but besides that whole Weezer-thing, I'm not always convinced. A need for speed. Not to be mixed with tequila, under any circumstance. Old-school - ask your mother. Charming most of the Sociology Dept. out of their pants, and those of the Chapel out of their comfort-zone. About goddamn time.
02. I will then tell what reminds me of you. baiting me with homicidal lesbian terrorists smacky and down comforters, buffy and port and toblerones dusting the bathrooms with a trail of hair follicles you as my cheap sophian therapist watching you adopt butches never putting up with you walking with you in noho photo-documenting murders-in-progress blasting die zauberfloete down the halls for all to enjoy black, blue, and grey. white socks. jealously self-righteous about laundry detergent st. jude the library stalking isn't wrong, just illegal summer office job e-penpals. imaginary bands confusing people who thought i was your girlfriend i'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon slicing up eyeballs, oh ou ou ohhh!!! asking me if it sounds ok.
03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, it would be... 12:50 pm- Just in time for brunch.
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you. Extraordinary.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you. Gosh. So many late-night moments over our laptops, scattered notes, and silent, ticking watches. Empty cups and cans. Wishing the crew team a good practice. Hehe.
06. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you. When did you start growing up? And how on earth did you start drinking port?
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who's the blonde in our scooby-gang?
Date: 2005-05-06 09:45 pm (UTC)Likes to think she's a dork, but besides that whole Weezer-thing, I'm not always convinced. A need for speed. Not to be mixed with tequila, under any circumstance. Old-school - ask your mother. Charming most of the Sociology Dept. out of their pants, and those of the Chapel out of their comfort-zone. About goddamn time.
02. I will then tell what reminds me of you.
baiting me with homicidal lesbian terrorists
smacky and down comforters, buffy and port and toblerones
dusting the bathrooms with a trail of hair follicles
you as my cheap sophian therapist
watching you adopt butches
never putting up with you
walking with you in noho
photo-documenting murders-in-progress
blasting die zauberfloete down the halls for all to enjoy
black, blue, and grey. white socks.
jealously self-righteous about laundry detergent
st. jude
the library
stalking isn't wrong, just illegal
summer office job e-penpals.
imaginary bands
confusing people who thought i was your girlfriend
i'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon
slicing up eyeballs, oh ou ou ohhh!!!
asking me if it sounds ok.
03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, it would be...
12:50 pm- Just in time for brunch.
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
Extraordinary.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
Gosh. So many late-night moments over our laptops, scattered notes, and silent, ticking watches. Empty cups and cans. Wishing the crew team a good practice. Hehe.
06. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
When did you start growing up? And how on earth did you start drinking port?