more to say
Ok this is like my fucken 3rd entry of the night. but hey, I'm at work for a 13hr shift. And plus, each entry has a different vibe. And of course, we don't want to mesh vibes.
I feel pretty sad knowing I wrote all that, and now I won't see you or hold you, or get to talk to you about it in person. If only someone cared that much.
And I'm feeling a little crappy, you know, after writing about crappy stuff. And I know that I don't always feel that....angry..bitter..sad. Sometimes I feel great. Just to prove it...
I like it when we watch Becker.
Cleaning the litterbox that one time...still wins brownie points.
When I say I hate you, it means I like you. And when I say I like you....I like you.
I admit it. Here. Publicly. That Destiny Child's song has grown on me. And I sing it in the car. But ah-ha! You will never hear me sing. (sinister laugh)
Even when things are weird, there's still so much I want to do to make you happy. Because you make me happy. Braving ice skating with me. Hanging with my friends on the ski trip. Being the incredible way you are with Nicholas. Letting me cry in front of you, and not feeling insanely akward about it. Giving up Pepsi for almost a week. Brushing my hair like a kitty. Calling me at 3am. Communication through moans.
~~~
I get the warmest feeling just remembering staying up listening to Howie Day with you.
I feel so blessed because I know you are a friend who will not let this friendship dissolve over petty issues. Because we're both bigger than that. And we love each other. And we'll always have Wegman's.
~~~
I love that you remembered my birthday last year. And took me and Nicholas to Friendly's. I'm petty when it comes to birthdays. And it meant the world to me that you remembered me.
You are the best Creole chef I know.
You will always be my wifey.
~~~
You'll never know how much I appreciate that you show me more love and acceptance than my real brother. You are my real big brother.
And now it's 6am and I have to wake the kids up.
I feel pretty sad knowing I wrote all that, and now I won't see you or hold you, or get to talk to you about it in person. If only someone cared that much.
And I'm feeling a little crappy, you know, after writing about crappy stuff. And I know that I don't always feel that....angry..bitter..sad. Sometimes I feel great. Just to prove it...
I like it when we watch Becker.
Cleaning the litterbox that one time...still wins brownie points.
When I say I hate you, it means I like you. And when I say I like you....I like you.
I admit it. Here. Publicly. That Destiny Child's song has grown on me. And I sing it in the car. But ah-ha! You will never hear me sing. (sinister laugh)
Even when things are weird, there's still so much I want to do to make you happy. Because you make me happy. Braving ice skating with me. Hanging with my friends on the ski trip. Being the incredible way you are with Nicholas. Letting me cry in front of you, and not feeling insanely akward about it. Giving up Pepsi for almost a week. Brushing my hair like a kitty. Calling me at 3am. Communication through moans.
~~~
I get the warmest feeling just remembering staying up listening to Howie Day with you.
I feel so blessed because I know you are a friend who will not let this friendship dissolve over petty issues. Because we're both bigger than that. And we love each other. And we'll always have Wegman's.
~~~
I love that you remembered my birthday last year. And took me and Nicholas to Friendly's. I'm petty when it comes to birthdays. And it meant the world to me that you remembered me.
You are the best Creole chef I know.
You will always be my wifey.
~~~
You'll never know how much I appreciate that you show me more love and acceptance than my real brother. You are my real big brother.
And now it's 6am and I have to wake the kids up.