I wish I could squeeze you all into one, pretty woman ... and if you'd like to join me in the bathro
About Me
I remember the laughs. but if forced to remember a single joke she ever cracked that reduced me to uncontrollable laughter, i'd be up shit creek there. she was not a cracker of jokes but was intimidatingly wise and witty. she held in her palm sharpened daggers of taste, AKA her sense of humor. she would lob them at anything she felt needed to be helped, anything too affected, or on the nose, or dishonest. she had the most fully formed and astute taste of anyone i knew. even in my darkest and most brazen moments of self-consideration, i don't pretend that i had so firm a handle on what was good and what was bad as she did. for me in particular, she was the easiest to make laugh but also the possessor of a piercing solemnity when i was not funny but clearly trying to be; it would be a great punchline to suggest that she was an easy audience. she was not, so i can only consider myself lucky for the cumulative hours of her laughter, as well as flattered. she was someone you yearned to flatter, and someone who you yearned would flatter you. she was every noun, every wonderful person in one, a gracious host, a graceful entrance, a messy exit, a tidy eater, a touch eager, a pal and a confidante. thank you for being a friend. mehgen mccormick/1984-2007
My Interests
Italian accents ... Milkshakes ... Pretty feminists ... That's essentially everything that I'm interested in.
I'd like to meet:
An air hockey opponent.I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4
