[i suck like a sucking thing.]
Ways in which I am the worst friend ever: by virtue of being in a car for four hours yesterday, I missed insidian's birthday. Sid, I suck like goats on a street corner, and I am so very sorry. Sid is the Patrick to my Pete, my partner in all crimes, the person who calms me down when I'm crazy and lifts me up when I'm down and makes me laugh when all I want to do is cry, and she lets me try to do the same for her. She's brilliant and gorgeous and funny and incredibly talented and generous and kind, and she deserves way better than a punk-ass best friend like me who lets highways make her forget important things like birthdays.
But I hope she'll accept my apology and my birthday wishes anyway: bb, I wish you all the best of chocolate and booze and naked boys in this next year, and all the best your future can hold, which is a damn lot, because you're amazing. I giraffe you, and the llamas are in Spain, but they giraffe you, too, forever and ever amen.
But I hope she'll accept my apology and my birthday wishes anyway: bb, I wish you all the best of chocolate and booze and naked boys in this next year, and all the best your future can hold, which is a damn lot, because you're amazing. I giraffe you, and the llamas are in Spain, but they giraffe you, too, forever and ever amen.