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Sunday, 03 July 2005



Remember when we were kids, and that summer that you spent a week with us at my Grandma's. I was totally in awe of you, except for the night you convinced everyone to help you drink the bottle of rum you stole from the 'Weight and Bait'. I threw up all night... Rum and Doritos just don't mix. But you! Man you could knock it back. You finally passed out with my great grandma's favorite macrame flower pot hanger draped over your head. The last think I remember you saying was 'if Joan Jett could sing like me, she could take over the world'... Then you burst into song -
"I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me"...

I think I was grounded for the next three years!


I will never forget the way you looked, all tousled and dishevelled in your old purple flight suit, the afternoon you landed the F16 after that incredible dogfight over North Korean airspace. You said the three enemy Migs were bitches and you bitchslapped them... awesome. And that smell, MAN.


I remember the way you cried when your stumps took so long to heal, but in the end everyone admired you as being the one bold enough to continue skateboarding on a tightrope between electricity pylons.


Remember those days back at the convent? No heat in the winter, hot as hell in the summer? I'll never forget the time we ripped off our habits and went swimming in the canal in our underwear. We had to sneak into the kitchen in the middle of the night to get matches to burn off the leeches. The next day the Mother Superior dressed me down for falling asleep during mass. It was then that I decided to leave the church.

little sis

I remember way back when we were both eggs in mom's ovaries. Ah those were the days, you use to teach me arts and crafts back then. But then you had to go off and get yourself all fertilized didn't you and leave me all alone with my glue and paper.

Lisa V

Remember when we got really drunk in college and we blew off our finals to go do the May Day demonstrations in Washington DC, and then we got thrown in jail, and when that ACLU lawyer got us out we slept with him in gratitude? No, me neither.

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