I suck at this.

11.12 - 18/365 (Mike): We fought like an old married couple over The Great Gatsby. I think you called me a whore when we discussed the Scarlet Letter, fly boy.

11.13 - 19/365 (Ashley): Rhodes blew balls, but you did not. I could not have asked for a better roommate for that terrible experience. Seeing you in Hartford was great.

11.14 - 20/365 (Antoinette): When they brought you home from the hospital, we thought your name was Anjeanette. I was not allowed to hold you until much, much later.

11.15 - 21/365 (Joe): You're the kind of lawyer that gives attorneys a bad name. That said, underneath everything, you're probably a good guy. I hope, for your kids sake.

11.16 - 22/365 (Rose): It took me a really long time to understand you, and now that I might, you're gone. But not too far. Our states touch! Come visit!

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17/365 (Chris H.)

Remember when you would call me Blythe Algar? That was a pretty good one. And remember when you were trying to smoke weed like Bob Dole?

16/365 (unknown)

We sat next to each other on the ferry to Martha's Vineyard last summer. We exchanged numbers, but then I lost my cell and you forever.

15/365 (Brice)

Why do you have to be a Republican actually working for the RNC in DC? We could've been such friends. You're so smart, but so dumb.

14/365 (Josh)

Oh, Kramer-like neighbor in New York. My last night there, you pulled me into a darkened room and told me to dump the BF ASAP.

13/365 (Dan)

You were so terribly sweet and so terribly boring except for that time that we fucked all night to Astral Weeks. I do still remember that.

12/365 (Lauren)

You were my third grade idol. I even wanted your thyroid problem. I'll bet you're married with a kid and an SUV living in Brookhaven now.

Crap and a Half

I'm terrible at this. I have some posts that I did, but saved as drafts and forgot to post. Also, my other terribly sucky blog is sucking the life out of me. Apologies.

11/365 (Climber Kevin)

I can't believe that you finally graduated. You slept on our couch and made me breakfast when I was hungover. I hope you dumped that girl.

10/365 (Kevin)

I can't believe I made out with you! While my boyfriend was just upstairs! Damn you fraternities! It was because you wanted to be a teacher.

9/365 (Chris G.)

In second grade, you dressed up as a jailbird for Halloween. I thought I was in love. Especially after you gave me a train pencil sharpener.

8/365 (Don)

You paint six foot fish and smell of wax and turpentine. You were my makeshift babysitter teaching me about Carmelite nuns over microwave popcorn and Oprah.