I'll Remember...

TRANSCRIPT:
Lindsey:   Nicole,

I'll remember the trees
I'll remember the grass
I'll remember your face looked just like your ass!

It took me like 2 seconds.  Cool, huh?  Now you think of one!  I'll love you always!
Smile!
Love, your best friend,
Lindsey



Hardy-har-har!  It's funny b/c she's saying I have a butt face!  Ok, my turn:

Roses are red
Bacon is red
Poems are hard
Bacon

I didn't write this, but I did take the time to re-type it.  So it counts for something.

How Sad It's Not Me

TRANSCRIPT:
JuPoo - That guy is fine - the boy who was arrested.
Nicole,
Hey, what are ya doing?  I am sitting laying on the couch.  Do you still love JT?  Guess who Tony likes?  How sad it's not me.

Bye!
Jules or JuPoo

New York is singing - Now it's [no idea what this says] to be or not to be



You know what never gets old?  Jupoo's "I love Tony" references.  You know what's weird?  Having the hots for the boy that was arrested.  You know what's awesome?  This drawing of Shelly... with short, spiky hair... smoking a cigarette.

I'm Such A Looser

TRANSCRIPT:
Natalie: To - Nicole
From - your fav. person - B-F-F in the whole world!
(I know what your thinking right now!)  (That I'm a looser)

9-1-96

I Love JE
U Love DR

Nicole,
Hey, tell your new friend I said HI! So what are you doing this weekend?  I'm so happy this is a short week!  This is the first letter I've written you this school year.  I don't have anything to say.
W-B-S
Call me!
B-F-F
Natalie

Her best friend.  STAY AWAY!!!!!!



"I know what your thinking right now.  That I'm a looser".  No, dear.  That's not what I'm thinking at all.  I'm just wondering why you never bothered to enter into that spelling bee.  Perhaps you could have used a nice, educational vacation to Nerd City.  Just remember, she's MY bff.  So STAY AWAY, Nerd City-ans!!!!

PS, I'm starting to get down to the scrappy leftovers in this note box of mine.  If anyone has some of their own to contribute, please feel free to send them my way!  Email an image and transcript of the letter, as well as any pertinent info/background to andimeanteveryword@gmail.com.  If you send me inappropriate crap, like a naked pic of yourself, I will post it online with a copy of your name, address and facebook profile and blast that shit to ALL of my 50 or so friends.  And a lot of them are friends with, like, over 100 people so when they start re-posting that stuff it's all over for you PAL!

Tony Toni Tone

TRANSCRIPT:
Alicia:   Dear Nicole K,
Hey, wuz up?  I'm just sitting in Mr. Herlin's class writing you this letter!  I'm passing everything!  I still like Anthony.  I miss him so much.  You know who I think is cute?  Carlos!  He's mexican and he used to hang out with Eddie.  Yes, I'm going to Funscape.  Are you friends with Tony ______?  He's so funny.  Do you still like JT?  Do you miss Austin?  Well I gotta go.  Please write back.
Love,
Alicia
PS - Call Me:
***-****
Voicemail:
***-****



Man, what is it with this Tony guy?  Does he have beer-flavored nipples or something?  Or was it that half-grown, patchy 'stache of his?  Made him look hella-older than he was.  Today, it would make him look hella-predatorish.  My, how our priorities change.  And voicemail?!  As in, the kind where you had to call a separate number for it?  How vintage!  If you ever wondered what came before pagers, that was it.  If you were REALLY lucky, you had your own line.  But for the rest of us who just absolutely couldn't miss a thing you had to say, we had voicemail.  You'd call in, and our outgoing message would have whatever the popular song of the time was playing in the background before we did our "Hey, you've reached so-and-so" speil.  I remember someone had "Twisted" as their song.  I'd sometimes call just to hear the song.  Of course, I didn't have voicemail.  I think there was a 10-friend minimum to get one, and I was just shy... of 5.  Loser.

AS IF!

TRANSCRIPT:
Justin -  Dear Nicole,
As if I am so mad at Cortney!
PS, Don't show anyone.



AS IF?!  I'm surprised this Justin even wrote me a note.  He was a total Baldwin (who I dated for like a minute in 6th grade), and I was no Betty.  Plus he was, like, totally buggin' over Cortney, even though she was with Cole.  Or something like that.  These old letters are like the Cliffs Notes of my middle school existence so I'm only getting the summed-up version.  But I'm pretty sure there was some kind of love triangle there.  Which is silly, because searching for a boy in middle school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie.  Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go attend a tree-planting with Marky Mark.

Counselor's Office

Wonder why I had to go to the counselor's office... IMMEDIATELY.  Maybe they needed to counsel me on my fashion choices:

What beautiful background scenery.  Too bad the amount of hairspray I used on those bangin' bangs was enough to create an ozone hole big enough to wipe out that entire landscape.  Ahh, the 90's...

Friendly Competition

TRANSCRIPT:
Natalie:  always carry M with 2 hands
Nicole,
From now on if ______ asks one of us out we have to say yes now that _____ is out of the way.
Love, Natalie



BITCHES!  Don't worry, _____ never asked either of us out, so we all lost that game.  Just remember - always carry M with 2 hands.  Whatever the f* that means.