mr.sweezey

a chronic quitter of cigarettes; we knew he was trying again when even correct answers garnered a withering glare. he was so fun; he'd have us present our essays as dramatic pieces.

dylan

one shared parent means somewhere the other cleaved portion of sister lies waiting to be claimed. dylan loves horses; i vaguely remember her saying she wanted to be a vet one day.

oy! 365'ers and dan.

i haven't had a chance to check out the AIM chat thingy, i have been busy, the plague of our time. i will find my way there soon, hope you all will too. i am just loving this guys, loving it!!!!!! i can't say enough how talented you all are.

jane

ryan

20 years. napolean to my josephine; never in love with each other at the same time. ryan's talent for sardonic wit leaves me stammering and gasping for breath from all the laughing.

ed

ed doesn't need to be right; he is not driven by ego. he simply loves discussion. he's put off only by the outright belligerence of denying that there can be two sides.

greg

greg chose the most inopportune moment to ask 'probing'questions. i am sure other people dig that sort of thing but it threw me off completely. he was deeply offended when i laughed.

christa

christa was the bossiest friend i ever had. if we didn't play her way "then i could just go home". she liked powdered garlic in her scrambled eggs and olivia newton john.

ian

ian used 2 knives, 3 plates, one cutting board, a spoon, and a bowl to make one sandwich. he would then proceed to eat it taking tiny bites. i always finished first.

megan

megan swung on a very short pendulum between affected ebullience and despair. it was exhausting constantly empathizing with the depths of despair one might feel over being served a bad sandwich. ~SWISH~

satoshi

he stole a kiss leaving my party. i tried to steal his heart but his real interest lay in sampling the "canadian culture". he always sang boyz II men at karaoke.

gail

not an unusually complicated mother/daughter relationship, it's our similarity that causes us the most grief. but my god how we laugh our guts out, and that saves us time and again.

mike

mike waits in line for 3 1/2 hours. he understands about being the only kid on the block "without", and he will not abide it. my cabbage patch's name was linus lother.

tim

as a teenager i mocked tim. i would compare his looks and life to the characters in quest for fire. but now, there really isn't anything funny about not meeting your grandchildren.

peggy

peggy has dirty fingernails-vegetable garden, pottery, mudpies? we are "pick it up where we left it" friends. we laugh so hard, our kids marker in their faces to get our attention.

monsieur bellefleur

heads down, the class plodded on, writing the endless notes of the french revolution. suddenly, the position of his voice changed; he finished the lesson walking from desk top to desk top.

hello 365'ers

just a quick hello to wish you all a very merry valentines day!! i jest, i jest. actually i wanted to say that i blogged about this little journey we are all on over here, raidho-daeg, if any of you were interested. (oops, i didn't keep this to 32....)

jane

peter

i thought hard about what to say about you, but finally it happens to me that 32 words are not enough. i loved you. i loved you more than you loved me.

sarah

the first child, so the strictest rules, which she alphabetically broke. she married to prove a point but people stopped listening to the argument years ago. i think now, she debates herself.

stuart

proper, upper class, west coast upbringing belies a sense of humour that given the opportunity will sneak up and bite you in the ass, hard. the fox mulder to my agent scully.

mr. braun

40 young campers fighting for their souls. mr.braun is worked up into such a sermon, a chunk of phlegm flies out of his throat and lands -splat- on the chapel floor.

olenka

5 years ago, i got pregnant, she got cancer. she laughed saying we could throw up together. she had a healthy baby girl this fall. olen can eat ketchup like nobody's business.

bryan

by the time they get the joke(if at all) it's too late, he's gone. herein lies his humour. oh, he'll fuck with you, but, if you're lucky, he'll hold your hand.

patty

patty researches everything. she is a wealth of information that she will share in the most humble manner. easy to laugh, easy to talk to, easily the best friend i've ever had.

sean

seventh grade best friend to "the tomboy", even when puberty finally drove wedges between me and the other boys. i realized too late why your favourite movie was when harry met sally.

tracy

because sometimes we all need to be reminded that regardless of how much faith we have in the milk of human kindness, there are still bad, bad people who will hurt us.

kim

opening her first taiwanese purchase, a box of tampons, kim realizes there must be some mistake; these are too small, they must be for nosebleeds. she promptly shoves one up her nose.

laurie

sobbing inconsolably on the train home, an elderly lady askes me, "daijoubu?"
"hai, daijoubu. my little sister has gone home to canada."
she smiles sympathetically, handing me an onigiri and a tissue.

sam

this ostreperous boy, whose damp head i felt as it entered the world, makes me feel like calvin's mother. his older brother's tormentor/defender, i love to breathe in his rapid little breathes.

dimitri

"GIRL!!" "COME HERE!!!" "bring me some kourtaki. litte one, hurry!" people mistook me for his daughter. he tells you to fuck off; you're fired, while giving you his own money for rent.

veronica

ridiculous girl drawing attention to herself with loud protests, demanding "why?!" our agenda only to get her to the bathroom, a.s.a.p! she'd gotten her period in tight white shorts; flag of japan.