All this time, you thought I only posted UNIQUE content on this blog. Well listen, internet. Sometimes, I like to take the easy route and copy a little here and there. (Like my list of 100, which was inspired by Stephanie Klein’s blog. I’m sorry to surprise you like this and destroy your perfectly painted picture of Larrie’s originality. Today, I am simply stealing from Shanny’s blog. This is my first “tag,” but it’s one that asks for comments and we all know that any true narcissist just wants to be reminded that she matters in the lives of so many online stalkers.

Here’s the tag:

1. Add a comment right here, right now, on my blog about ONE MEMORY that you and I had together. (I know, it might be SO difficult to keep it to just one, but I believe in you; you can do it.) It doesn’t matter if you’ve known me since the days I resided on 1700 East, or if you only know me through my incredibly hilarious online persona—just run with it.

2. Next, re-post this tag on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.

Here’s the reward: if you leave a comment, I’ll assume you’re playing this little tag game, too, and visit your blog to leave a memory. If you don’t have a blog or don’t post it up, I’ll leave my response to you in my own comments here.

Ready? Set; go!



  1. one? maybe 101… but one…

    there was that night of escalating dares… where we ended up married in vega… oh wait. that was Irene.

    well… there was that orgy of cuddles in ca… oh wait that was rachel.

    OOOOH!!! there was that time when you were sitting in my room and you said your dad didn’t approve of you vacationing with a boy… upon learning of our forbidden vacation. we quickly broke the bed. yep yep.


  2. It must have been about three in the morning. As usual, I couldn’t sleep–you must have been in the same boat. I started whining to you online about some girl problem or another, and it wasn’t long before you were at my door, trusty action-figures-of-cheering-up in hand. I never understood what possessed you to stand out in the cold night with me, but I appreciated it. In case I never said it before, thank you.


  3. @kaakun
    How about the time I didn’t actually know what your name was and therefore, wrote the wrong name up on your window in the middle of the night. For somebody like myself who puts a lot of credibility in my own ability to spell, that was a sad sad day for me.

    Back rubs… nuff said.


  4. Hmm, I really am having a hard time thinking of one. For some reason I remembered our attempt to iceblock in our skivies down the hill at Lindsay (sp?) Park. Oye.


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