It's late. Must type fast. The purple bags under my eyes urgently depend on it.
Now what should I tell you about? I should tell you about friendship, as usual. Love and friendship are my favorite subjects to dawdle away my time as I pour my many thoughts into this text box that my sanity depends to much on.
Friendship with my very best friends at school- Anna, Niki, and Megan- are REALLY important to me. I smile every time I think of one of their jokes- even when it's dark and no one knows but me. And now you, I suppose.
But showing how important these gals are to me is a delicate thing to do- I have act normal, I'm not going to go up, ruffle their hair and pinch their cheecks [ew, no! Sick pervert. The cheeks found on their face]. It's hard. Very hard. It's like how the normal people in books choke up a "Thanks, mom" that means so much more than "Thanks for driving me to school" Those two words can also open a whole new vista of words: "Thanks for helping me through this - I'm glad you have such a good sense of humor, no one understands me like you - Thanks for letting me blow up a bit there, I needed to tell someone - what would I do without you? - Oh my gosh. I'm so glad I met you that day - Sorry..." the list goes on. So jeez! I appreciate my friends. Tomorrow I'll attack them all with a hug. >D Muahahahaa.
 Miss_Mascara_Massacre · Thu Nov 15, 2007 @ 05:47am · 3 Comments |
