The saddest part of the Sopranos finale is that I have to say goodbye to an old friend. I first fell in love with Meadow during my senior year at Syracuse after the show's first season. She came to visit a friend of hers who was going to Syracuse and I was the only one in the crowded bar with enough guts to go talk to her. She was so sweet and so nice and every time I called her Meadow she said "it's Jamie." But I had just started dating Mrs. Poop back then so things were not to be for Meadow, I mean Jamie, and me. But we remained friends, I even renamed the Meadowlands the PaulsFriendLands in her honor. Through her eating disorder and her divorce, I was always there for her. I will always love Meadow Soprano, even though I have to say goodbye.
Monday, June 11, 2007
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I may not have had the guts to talk to her, but I certainly had the guts to throw beer on her...
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