tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963254704638073232.post2577197337978690604..comments2023-04-02T09:50:18.123-04:00Comments on the busy heart: Mem-ries.Dejahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18116049968601456512noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963254704638073232.post-73758804277412529112008-10-29T12:43:00.000-04:002008-10-29T12:43:00.000-04:00Buddy was creepy. He made me wonder if everyone in...Buddy was creepy. He made me wonder if everyone in Colorado was that weird, or if it was just him. I guess part of the issue is that he was the only person we knew over there, so maybe that skewed my thinking. Remember how excited we would get when we got e-mails? Even stupid chain letter forwards?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963254704638073232.post-13297719248917468072008-10-27T15:13:00.000-04:002008-10-27T15:13:00.000-04:00dej, i was dying when i read this. dying laughing...dej, i was dying when i read this. dying laughing, that is. especially when i remembered you telling me shortly after we met about this guy and his maroon pants and yellow wrinkled shirt. how funny is that. sadly, i can't remember his name, so i guess he'll have to remain "buddy." ah well. thanks for sharing!edenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13740761957547793058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963254704638073232.post-61125326605381626222008-10-27T11:42:00.000-04:002008-10-27T11:42:00.000-04:00Buddy kinda gives me the creeps.I"m glad you found...Buddy kinda gives me the creeps.<BR/><BR/>I"m glad you found Sam.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01340527665943421923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963254704638073232.post-16744681653130383852008-10-26T22:58:00.000-04:002008-10-26T22:58:00.000-04:00LOVE crazy ex-boyfriend stories. Can I share a cou...LOVE crazy ex-boyfriend stories. Can I share a couple? I will call him loey :) Remember when he was on a family trip with us and Mom closed his doors in the van? He very politley asked if I could ask Mom if she could open the doors to let his fingers out. <BR/>Same Loey was the guy who used to take me to sizzler for all you can eat shrimp night and then would escape to the bathroom 3 or 4 times to get the bang for his buck on the all-you-can eat.<BR/>Memories....and to think I didn't keep that guy.Kirahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01790243765341043864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963254704638073232.post-36775791051027968662008-10-26T22:35:00.000-04:002008-10-26T22:35:00.000-04:00What yucky memories though. It seems like ex-boyf...What yucky memories though. It seems like ex-boyfriends involve the worst ones for me too. No I'm not going to recount them here. So nice that the past is past sometimes. I can't even read my journals from my teenage/early college years.Amarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16851705755045197778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963254704638073232.post-66733671675621438062008-10-26T21:59:00.000-04:002008-10-26T21:59:00.000-04:00Hooray! I'm so glad you posted this. Aren't memor...Hooray! I'm so glad you posted this. Aren't memories weird things? I know I've dated other people, but it feels sometimes like Christopher and I have always known each other and we've always been perfect for one another. How lucky that he can't hear my eyelids either.kathy w.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03434629568277896345noreply@blogger.com