I had to write a paragraph about my friends for LA, and it's difficult to claim it a "paragraph" I gushed about my buds Niki & Anna for like a page and a half, and I was afraid to write about anyone else because it would be a novel by the time I was finished with gushing over my friends that I'm uber grateful for. It's a kinda sweet/sour situation, because I love my friends like those cheesy icons all say... "More than can be put to words" or something of that sort, and they're on my Top Five Things That I Could Not Continue Breathing If They Were Banished From Teh Kingdom List:
x art
x humor
x color
x reading
x my friends
I've had that list tacked to the inside of my cork board brain for awhile now, and it was the perfect subject to bring it up in. Those 5 things are the words chisled into heavy, colassal bricks of white chocolate that come immediatly THUMPING and BANGING and WUMPING down in front of me every time the word "favorites" is mentioned. For anything to get onto that list is a huge achievement, it's like never-ending kudos... out of all of the things I love, these are the five big, gushing chunks that form my somewhat black, evil, but loving heart. It would be like amputating my right foot to take them away. So there.
Anyway! Back to the sweet/sour vibe about how much I love my friends. Sour: My thoughts feel almost helplessly devoted to them, they pop into my head every day, and I talk about them A LOT. It's like I'm thinking about... my grandkids or something. I might as well carry around a wallet with a long trail of photos of them to show to random strangers on the street or something.
 Miss_Mascara_Massacre · Thu Oct 04, 2007 @ 04:51am · 1 Comments |
