The other day @JamieLD (YellowSuitcase on Tumblr) died from complications from a sprained ankle. It’s just crazy that someone so young could be dead from something so trivial.
I think a number of you followed her, some probably at my suggestion. She was one of my favorite people on Twitter. If you followed her, you know she had a great sense of humor. I met her in person a few times and talked on the phone some. She had a great laugh too - very free and uninhibited.
After I found out, I found myself browsing to see what was her last tweet, blog, or Tumblr. None of them do it. None are good enough. Though I do love this one - telling a joke from her hotel room bed. There she is, joking, laughing. Alive. This is all so sad.
Jamie was the first person I met from Twitter. She was so full of life. I have no idea when or why I started following her. But I remember clearly when we connected. I tweeted
From the sound of it, I think my upstairs neighbors are reenacting today’s Bears-Titans game.
She replied,
Why? Do you hear lots of choking?
She, like me, lived and died with the Bears, despite moving away from Chicago to LA.
When her friend told me what had happened, I said, “How does someone die of a sprained ankle?” She replied, “Jamie would have some clever quip about it. Seriously. A fucking sprained ankle. A stupid curb.” I’ll bet she would have.
Sometimes when I write a tweet, I have a particular person in mind, and if it makes them laugh, then I got it. Sometimes that person was Jamie. Today Twitter seems just a little emptier without Jamie out there listening.
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A few favorites to remember her:
Oh, you’re going to hit on me? That’s nice. Why don’t you rethink the Bud Light with Lime, Champ? Then we just might have a ballgame.
I don’t want my t-shirts to be clever. They only need to highlight my boobs and hide my belly, which is hard enough work as it is.
I just stepped on a snail and broke it’s shell. I’m really concerned. In this economy, I don’t think he’s going to get a loan for a new one.
Apparently rich people don’t actually have to work. The “business center” at this hotel is as small as a coffin and surface of the sun hot.
At Dean and Deluca having breakfast. What a pretentious place. I wish Felicity still worked here. She always seemed so pleasant on TV.
Every time I brag about how nice the weather is in LA I lose a follower or two. Screw you, mom, if you can’t take a joke.
I think I’ve made it! Someone *I* don’t know is trying to friend me on facebook. Is this what it felt like to be prom queen?
And more of Jamie’s best tweets.
Also @giromide has some nice things to say about Jamie too. I know he was one of her favorites. And @lilykily’s collage of Jamie pictures.
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