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Uh... see, 'cause she commented that she didn't get a '*' like Alek did in that last post, so, I, uh, gave her some. Two hundred eighty-five, actually. I can only hope that it's enough. Enough to begin this Tribute to Meg!

Meg is this girl I know from Iona College! She's got brown hair that's often all bunned up in the back and eyes that are... some color or another. Let's say hazel, because no one knows what it really means, thus it has to be right. She's also very small, but then, most people I know are. But what she lacks in size, she more than makes up for in having a car: a charismatic little blue Ford named Putt-putt. Oh, the memories of that car! Driving to the mall, and driving back from the mall, and once we went to Applebee's, but that's a whole 'nother story altogether. Meg also has a really nice boat. Now, I don't ride in a lot of boats, so being in Meg's boat was quite a treat for me. Also, no matter how many times I rewrote those last two sentences it always inadvertently came out reading vaguely like some really tactless innuendo. Trust me, you got the best possible version. The one where I mentioned that Meg's parents were with us was just damnright creepy.

What's Meg like? Well, let's put it this way. One time, when she was standing at the doorway to my room, a man in a shiny suit walked between two buildings a short distance away. Meg promtly yelled "Robot!" and dived across the room to stare out the window and bang on the glass, saying "Robot! Here, robot! Come here, robot!" It was a-freakin'-dorable. And thus, so is Meg. Q.E.D.

What's Meg like? Well, she has a bunch of bands she loves. The Very Large Fish, the Pi Eaters, Me Too and the Give Me Give Mes, and of course: <Jake. The latter she loves with a burning and nigh-obsessive passion, and also she knows them personally, so it's all just crazy.

Meg might have a belly-button. I used to know for sure, but I haven't seen her for something approaching two months, so my memory is fading... maybe... maybe not... I'm not sure...

Well, there you have it, the Tribute to Meg, which was really mostly just me making an ass out of myself like everything I post, only this time I was mocking Meg as well. But mocking her in the good way, of course. The way where everyone has a good laugh, but also learns something important about life, and maybe, just maybe, learns something important about themselves. And also that Meg's awesome. Yay!

P.S., to all the other people I know: you aren't getting a tribute. Only Meg gets a tribute. Deal with it.