Lizzie fo Shizzie

Liz.
ha ha.
Damnit, Liz, I still have this autographed picture for you from Coach Tuberville.
Hurry your ass back to Houston, or I'm gonna have to mail it over to you.

"To Liz,
War Eagle
Tommy Tuberville, '04"

Liz.
She was a cool hang out pal.
We'd chat and stuff now and then, about what, eh, mix of stuff.
And it's funny how comfortable around each other we were,like older brother and younger sister... as evident here when she hijacked my old desk space, propped her feet almost on my desk.

God, I hated it when she wore those shoes. She's already tall, and with those shoes, it was like... frickin A! so much taller. ha ha.

Anyways, I miss her.