10 Things I Love About My Life
I'm obsessed with Robin Abrahams. She is a columnist/blogger for the Boston Globe Magazine, and my new-found greatest joy in life. I've decided that I've completely figured out what I want to be when I "grow up." A writer. That's it--I don't know how or where or what I will write, but that is what I will do, and I will do it well. It would be nice to be rich or famous, but honestly the only thing I REALLY want is for people to read what I write and laugh. Robin (aka Miss. Conduct) compiled a list of her 10 favorite things about Boston. In the spirit of happiness and moving on, I've decided to pull together a list of my favorite things about life. I will start today.
1. Liz Morency-After careful observation and several talks with other girls my age, I've realized that very few people have a true best friend. My life has been rocky and dramatic, but through it all, Liz's wacky sense of humor has always kept me somewhat lighthearted and laughing. I have seriously been on my bed shaking, screaming into my pillow, and by the end of the conversation with Liz, I am laughing. She has never treated me like the fragile being I have been over the last few months. She recognizes what has happened, but allows me to see the humor at the same time. For example, on Saturday night I accidentally sent Curtis a pathetic text message. (It really was an accident--it was supposed to be therapeutic, but then I pressed "send" instead of "save" and didn't even realize what I had done until the next morning I received a text from Curtis that said-"What's up with the crazy text message?" Shit.) I denied until I was blue in the face, but after he copy and pasted the body of the message to me, I realized that there was no hope. I replied with, "I AM BITTER. LEAVE ME ALONE." And he did leave me alone, of course. He very much enjoys leaving me alone. I explained the situation to Liz and she burst out laughing and said, "You know what? I think you should call Curtis and tell him that you should really meet for coffee so you can show him your phone and prove that you didn't send the text message. Then you should invite him over to your apartment, have sex a few times, buy him dinner, give him a blow job, and then send him on his way. Who cares that he won't talk to you again for weeks? You really need to prove to him that you didn't send the text message." She really puts things into perspective.
But Liz, thank you. Thank you for still being my friend even though I am the pathetic ex-girlfriend of a pathetic, two-timing, possible drug-dealing man. Thank you for sitting by my side through all of this drama (Brother Bob included) and never yelling at me, but always keeping a smile on my damaged and bitter face. (Believe me--we're not bitches, we're hardened.) You really are one of my favorite things in life.
1. Liz Morency-After careful observation and several talks with other girls my age, I've realized that very few people have a true best friend. My life has been rocky and dramatic, but through it all, Liz's wacky sense of humor has always kept me somewhat lighthearted and laughing. I have seriously been on my bed shaking, screaming into my pillow, and by the end of the conversation with Liz, I am laughing. She has never treated me like the fragile being I have been over the last few months. She recognizes what has happened, but allows me to see the humor at the same time. For example, on Saturday night I accidentally sent Curtis a pathetic text message. (It really was an accident--it was supposed to be therapeutic, but then I pressed "send" instead of "save" and didn't even realize what I had done until the next morning I received a text from Curtis that said-"What's up with the crazy text message?" Shit.) I denied until I was blue in the face, but after he copy and pasted the body of the message to me, I realized that there was no hope. I replied with, "I AM BITTER. LEAVE ME ALONE." And he did leave me alone, of course. He very much enjoys leaving me alone. I explained the situation to Liz and she burst out laughing and said, "You know what? I think you should call Curtis and tell him that you should really meet for coffee so you can show him your phone and prove that you didn't send the text message. Then you should invite him over to your apartment, have sex a few times, buy him dinner, give him a blow job, and then send him on his way. Who cares that he won't talk to you again for weeks? You really need to prove to him that you didn't send the text message." She really puts things into perspective.
But Liz, thank you. Thank you for still being my friend even though I am the pathetic ex-girlfriend of a pathetic, two-timing, possible drug-dealing man. Thank you for sitting by my side through all of this drama (Brother Bob included) and never yelling at me, but always keeping a smile on my damaged and bitter face. (Believe me--we're not bitches, we're hardened.) You really are one of my favorite things in life.