Missing Mandy

I miss Mandy.

I miss sleeping in the bunk underneath her.

I miss late nights in the living room at B22; she’s the one who got me started on my late night laptop haunts, you know.
I miss her bursting into the apartment with a huge grin on her face, ready to sink into the first open chair and regale anyone in the room with the amazing things going on in her life.
I miss her hugs.

I used to miss her amazingly poetic blogs. But she’s back now, so I don’t have to.



One thought on “Missing Mandy

  1. sarah b. October 17, 2009 / 6:44 pm

    You're so right. I miss Mandy, too. That last picture must have been move-in weekend or something because I don't remember the apartment looking so cluttered! Everyone really maximized space, huh?! Watch out, Ikea.

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