Jul 14, 2011 18:56
some people rag on me for using twitter so much, but how else would i capture the feeling in those brief 45 minutes of lying on the floor in my back office, head pillowed on a plastic bag of cotton-god-even-knows-what, nudging my colleages' chairs and laughing so hard i can barely breathe?
i haven't laughed like that in a while.
it's weird, because no one in the office believes i'm a serious kind of girl, the stern elder sister at home, the disciplinarian. i'm just this giddy, giggly entertainer all the time (their words, not mine) and it's so -- it's like, for the first time, i get to be my online self irl. no judgement, no teasing, just laughs and encouragement to keep being who i am. even when they don't get it, they do.
well--i say they, but what i really mean is she. singular. maybe this friendship won't last outside the office environment, where we're thrown together nine hours every day, but--valerie fong, you are a fucking star, the coolest chick i have ever met irl, hands down, and despite the fact that i've only known you seven weeks, i will be surprised if your name is ever not on my FAVOURITE FOREVER list. i would never have survived the last couple of months without you.
if you were a boy, i would marry you ♥
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