it's nice to have lezzies
First of all, I'd like to send my deepest thanks for the outpour of support that I received from my friends. Regardless of the fact that their support came in the form of "ha ha ha's" and "evil laughs", it was still very heartening to know that you are INDEED my REAL friends.
This is a very serious matter in my life and it pleases me that you are taking it lightly and with much amusement --I would not have expected less from a loon-- for I myself would have done the same to you in the event that you face the same misfortune.
Anyhoo, to DREA, KELSOID and ESPOX here's what I want to say.
DROIDEE
A part of me wants to put the blame on you and your (*shudder) prediction...
Okay, this is completely your fault. You are a scary little girl. But as I promised before, anyone who predicts (or gives the closest hypothesis) regarding my future bf will be treated to a really nice lunch.
So if --I repeat-- IF, I did end up with a banker or an accountant, you will get you're well deserved lunch.
Followed of course by a violent duffing up care of yours truly.
KELSOID
Ah, Kelsey. You are a very optimistic person. You look at the silver lining when others (i.e. me) would rather look at the fly in the ointment.
You believe in love and world peace and "tall, clean looking, cultured... oozing with sex appeal, HOT bankers who can't be ALL that bad".
And I believe you my beatnick friend, I believe you.
I also happen to believe that Lindsay Lohan is a poor, innocent, chaste little catholic girl.
ESHPI
How long has it been? Seven? Eight years perhaps? All those years of friendship...
It seems like yesterday --I can remember it all too clearly, you were still in glasses and your favorite LA PAGAYO clothes-- when we had our picnic in your "backyard".
And remember that time when we buried your hamster? I wasn't there but it was some good times, grieving together.
Oh and prom. The prom. Ah. You were so in love and I was er, not as supportive as you would like me to be but hey he was a crap person at the time, good thing he improved now.
You know, I would like to think that generally I had been a good lezzie to you. I was there for you in your times of need: keeping you sane during hellish dates (Bu-Yao), taking pictures of vampire rockstars and enduring your violent moods (i.e. pushing me in a ditch).
And so it makes me wonder, why you would say these things to me, your dear friend:
"I INTEND on involving His Royal Pimpernelness in the plan, thank you very much. He shall provide me with a barrel of laughs on our Hamburger-a-gogo Land trip! :D"
Ah, lezzies. How I love you all.
<3
This is a very serious matter in my life and it pleases me that you are taking it lightly and with much amusement --I would not have expected less from a loon-- for I myself would have done the same to you in the event that you face the same misfortune.
Anyhoo, to DREA, KELSOID and ESPOX here's what I want to say.
DROIDEE
A part of me wants to put the blame on you and your (*shudder) prediction...
Okay, this is completely your fault. You are a scary little girl. But as I promised before, anyone who predicts (or gives the closest hypothesis) regarding my future bf will be treated to a really nice lunch.
So if --I repeat-- IF, I did end up with a banker or an accountant, you will get you're well deserved lunch.
Followed of course by a violent duffing up care of yours truly.
KELSOID
Ah, Kelsey. You are a very optimistic person. You look at the silver lining when others (i.e. me) would rather look at the fly in the ointment.
You believe in love and world peace and "tall, clean looking, cultured... oozing with sex appeal, HOT bankers who can't be ALL that bad".
And I believe you my beatnick friend, I believe you.
I also happen to believe that Lindsay Lohan is a poor, innocent, chaste little catholic girl.
ESHPI
How long has it been? Seven? Eight years perhaps? All those years of friendship...
It seems like yesterday --I can remember it all too clearly, you were still in glasses and your favorite LA PAGAYO clothes-- when we had our picnic in your "backyard".
And remember that time when we buried your hamster? I wasn't there but it was some good times, grieving together.
Oh and prom. The prom. Ah. You were so in love and I was er, not as supportive as you would like me to be but hey he was a crap person at the time, good thing he improved now.
You know, I would like to think that generally I had been a good lezzie to you. I was there for you in your times of need: keeping you sane during hellish dates (Bu-Yao), taking pictures of vampire rockstars and enduring your violent moods (i.e. pushing me in a ditch).
And so it makes me wonder, why you would say these things to me, your dear friend:
"I INTEND on involving His Royal Pimpernelness in the plan, thank you very much. He shall provide me with a barrel of laughs on our Hamburger-a-gogo Land trip! :D"
Ah, lezzies. How I love you all.
<3