Comment here with your name and I'll tell you something I adore (or at least mildly like) about you. (or I'll tell a funny story about you) Afterwards, copy and paste this into your own journal.
On a more serious note...we've been friends the longest. I think it's been going (off and on) for 20 years now.
Story: One time we were setting things on fire in your parents' basement. We had nowhere to throw the burning things, so they ended up in the garbage can. When the fire failed to go out on its own, you sat on the garbage can to cut off the oxygen supply. I thought that you were both incredibly brave and incredibly dumb.
(So now all of Adam's ladyfriends know that he sat on a flaming garbage can once. Adam: If knowledge of that doesn't bring 'em in I don't know what will.)
Hm...I like the fact that I can talk to you about most anything without the whole "I wonder if he's sending me a subtle sign that he digs me" psychoanalysis getting in the way. It's so much easier to carry on a friendship when sex and all that nonsense doesn't get in the way.
That and I have no fear of wrecking my chances for a romantic encounter. They are, and shall remain, zero.
(I think this is a backhanded way of saying that I enjoy having your confidences.)
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Date: 25 Apr 2005 05:23 (UTC)no subject
Date: 26 Apr 2005 08:59 (UTC)no subject
Date: 26 Apr 2005 09:03 (UTC)Story: One time we were setting things on fire in your parents' basement. We had nowhere to throw the burning things, so they ended up in the garbage can. When the fire failed to go out on its own, you sat on the garbage can to cut off the oxygen supply. I thought that you were both incredibly brave and incredibly dumb.
(So now all of Adam's ladyfriends know that he sat on a flaming garbage can once. Adam: If knowledge of that doesn't bring 'em in I don't know what will.)
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Date: 26 Apr 2005 11:21 (UTC)that trash can thing made my butt warm. mmmm, cozy.
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Date: 25 Apr 2005 08:02 (UTC)no subject
Date: 29 Apr 2005 08:14 (UTC)That and I have no fear of wrecking my chances for a romantic encounter. They are, and shall remain, zero.
(I think this is a backhanded way of saying that I enjoy having your confidences.)