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The most important people in my life are my family and my friends. They accept me for who I am, and I accept them the way they are. There are times when things don't go right, but I look at them like obstacles. I've lost a friend before, and my pride stopped me from fixing it. I was so sure that I was right. And maybe I was. But that's not the point of friendship. We all make mistakes. It's a friend's job to forgive.
I'm not always a good friend. I say things I shouldn't. I don't always keep in touch. I'll randomly get mad and freak out. And I'm not always the best listener. But what I lack in social skills, I make up in other ways. I will usually listen to a friend's bitching, stories of things I care nothing about, and other such balderdash. I'll help you out the best I can.
I guess this lj is a dedication to my family and friends. I've hurt these people, and they have hurt me. Never deliberately. Ever. I love these people unconditionally, and when either one of us screws up somehow, we will find a way to work it out. To me, there is absolutely no excuse for not trying.
And this is my song dedication, silly, but heartfelt, I think!
When the aliens come,
When the death rays hum,
When the bombers bomb,
We'll still be freakin' friends.
When the whip comes down,
When they nuke the town,
When dead clowns can't clown,
We'll still be freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
When the skeeter bites,
Lightning hits our kites,
When we miss our flights,
We'll still be freakin' friends.
When the number's called,
When the garden's walled,
When my tire's bald,
We'll still be freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
I was halfway down the plank,
Had a stick against my flank,
Then you pulled up in the Tank.
Rock on.
When we're parched with drought,
And we can't catch trout,
When my voice gives out,
We'll still be freakin' friends.
When the razor cuts,
When they torch the huts,
When I hate your guts,
We'll still be freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
I'm not always a good friend. I say things I shouldn't. I don't always keep in touch. I'll randomly get mad and freak out. And I'm not always the best listener. But what I lack in social skills, I make up in other ways. I will usually listen to a friend's bitching, stories of things I care nothing about, and other such balderdash. I'll help you out the best I can.
I guess this lj is a dedication to my family and friends. I've hurt these people, and they have hurt me. Never deliberately. Ever. I love these people unconditionally, and when either one of us screws up somehow, we will find a way to work it out. To me, there is absolutely no excuse for not trying.
And this is my song dedication, silly, but heartfelt, I think!
When the aliens come,
When the death rays hum,
When the bombers bomb,
We'll still be freakin' friends.
When the whip comes down,
When they nuke the town,
When dead clowns can't clown,
We'll still be freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
When the skeeter bites,
Lightning hits our kites,
When we miss our flights,
We'll still be freakin' friends.
When the number's called,
When the garden's walled,
When my tire's bald,
We'll still be freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
I was halfway down the plank,
Had a stick against my flank,
Then you pulled up in the Tank.
Rock on.
When we're parched with drought,
And we can't catch trout,
When my voice gives out,
We'll still be freakin' friends.
When the razor cuts,
When they torch the huts,
When I hate your guts,
We'll still be freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.
Freakin' friends, freakin' friends,
Till we come to bad ends we're freakin' friends.