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Just wanted to say:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JORDANNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You are the most amazing roommate ever and one of my all-time favorite people and here is why:
You don’t yell at me for playing the same Hanson song five times in a row, or laugh at me in a mean way when I sing along incessantly. You are so so beautiful, like some sort of faerie queen, especially that time you got autumn leaves stuck in your hair and left them there for hours afterward and we were finding them in corners of our room for weeks after. You get ridiculously giddy over seemingly small things, like the fact that chickens lay such white eggs. You ask questions when most people just kind of nod along and pretend to know everything, and usually meet each answer with another question. I love when you tell stories and go off on tangents. I love it a whole whole lot when you play foreign-language versions of Disney songs. I adore the way you say, “What are they doing?!” and “How do they do that?!” and the way you get bitchy when that stupid girl eats all the green beans (okay, so that was just once, but). I like that you hear certain words and think of Prem, and we both laugh at the same exact time. I like that you separated your screenname so that it was “t homo nafri day”, which Ali read aloud just like that. I am really really happy you don’t come out of the shower at night with your hair brushed over your face like Samara from The Ring, OH SHIT!! I love that you love Rainy the Highsmith Dictator as much as I do. I love the way you jump when you’re not expecting someone to say your name, oops. It made me really happy when you used to talk encouragingly to your Tamagotchi. You told me the story of Ganymede and Zeus one time, and that was cool, too (I just remembered that because I saw this, hahaha). You wear very pretty dresses; I really like that green one, aww. I like when you grab a hard-boiled egg at the caf even though you don’t eat eggs, because you just like to de-shell them. You put up with a lot of my shit and are not afraid of spending next year living with me, still. You are some crazy kind of language fiend, and this makes me happy. Sometimes you laugh so hard that you fall down, like when I’m reading really bad Hansoncest out loud. You’re like a little kid in the absolute best ways ever, like, how many people make it to nineteen with their sense of wonder still intact? But you have, so. Here’s to a nineteenth year full of Hanson hotness and warm love and more speculation about Rainy and bright sunny days and children’s books and all things lovely!!
I love you!!
(& so do they!!)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JORDANNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You are the most amazing roommate ever and one of my all-time favorite people and here is why:
You don’t yell at me for playing the same Hanson song five times in a row, or laugh at me in a mean way when I sing along incessantly. You are so so beautiful, like some sort of faerie queen, especially that time you got autumn leaves stuck in your hair and left them there for hours afterward and we were finding them in corners of our room for weeks after. You get ridiculously giddy over seemingly small things, like the fact that chickens lay such white eggs. You ask questions when most people just kind of nod along and pretend to know everything, and usually meet each answer with another question. I love when you tell stories and go off on tangents. I love it a whole whole lot when you play foreign-language versions of Disney songs. I adore the way you say, “What are they doing?!” and “How do they do that?!” and the way you get bitchy when that stupid girl eats all the green beans (okay, so that was just once, but). I like that you hear certain words and think of Prem, and we both laugh at the same exact time. I like that you separated your screenname so that it was “t homo nafri day”, which Ali read aloud just like that. I am really really happy you don’t come out of the shower at night with your hair brushed over your face like Samara from The Ring, OH SHIT!! I love that you love Rainy the Highsmith Dictator as much as I do. I love the way you jump when you’re not expecting someone to say your name, oops. It made me really happy when you used to talk encouragingly to your Tamagotchi. You told me the story of Ganymede and Zeus one time, and that was cool, too (I just remembered that because I saw this, hahaha). You wear very pretty dresses; I really like that green one, aww. I like when you grab a hard-boiled egg at the caf even though you don’t eat eggs, because you just like to de-shell them. You put up with a lot of my shit and are not afraid of spending next year living with me, still. You are some crazy kind of language fiend, and this makes me happy. Sometimes you laugh so hard that you fall down, like when I’m reading really bad Hansoncest out loud. You’re like a little kid in the absolute best ways ever, like, how many people make it to nineteen with their sense of wonder still intact? But you have, so. Here’s to a nineteenth year full of Hanson hotness and warm love and more speculation about Rainy and bright sunny days and children’s books and all things lovely!!
I love you!!
(& so do they!!)