acidteardrop: touchin YOOOOOOOOoooooOOOOOOU touchin MEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEEEE

heh heh, he took over our minds with this song. i think it was a plot to control us.

candice - What can I say? If I tried to go over everything, I'd never leave the computer. Dayan just touched my life in so many ways, just by being there. Most of our time together was spent in insane laughter over something or other. I don't think I was ever so amused online as I was that night I helped him apply his makeup. That night I also drew pictures of Chan and Dacey. We decided that we both had far too much time on our hands. He also decided that skirts were very freeing..lol.

I don't think there's enough that can be said. Words always fail me. We spent so many hours just goofing off in IRC, talking about how we should both probably be doing schoolwork. Neither of us ever seemed to get any done though. :) And we are still RIGHT about Jason Patric -- everyone knows it. :P

I'll never be able to describe the impact Dayan had on me. No one, no matter how gifted with words, can ever describe adequately what dear friends really mean. I'll always be eternally grateful for the comfort he always seemed to give me. I'm honored to have known him, even for just 6 short months. In that time he learned to read me so well, he could tell I was upset from how I said hello. I hope that wherever he is, he has found peace.

Love you and miss you, Dayan. You'll be alive in my memories forever. I'll never forget you.

cheese is funny: i dont even know where to start... i have so many fucking great memories of the guy....

CommieBastard: Dayan, chucking up his guts on the street in Birmingham - then air-guitaring madly to Ace of Spades with Lee and I as if nothing had happened.

Dayan and I air-guitaring (I get the feeling that a lot of Dayan-related memories will involve air guitar) to The Song That Must Not Be Named EVERY TIME WE HEARD IT.

Dayan in a Camden pub, talking about Katii with a mad gleam in his eye - a gleam that only got madder with every pint.

Dayan signing in as ChanServ and I as Googlebot, scaring people.

Dayan threatening to sic the WereBugger on me whenever we argued (more or less constantly).

Dayan being a curly-haired emo fag. Just in general.

Dayan giggling at some stupid joke I'd told.

Dayan in PVC at my house - and the look of dismay on his face when my father, mother and sister came in to see.

elf: I wasn't very close to him, mind, but he handled my two divorces and was always very nice. I also was the one who gave him his livejournal code. Yeah, it's useless, but ... *shrug*