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i have this box. it's one of the few things i'd rescue in the hypothetical house-on-fire scenario. this box is filled with all of my old diaries. photos. letters from friends and exes. ticket stubs. receipts. et cetera. things i keep, because i want to remember. i finally bought this oversized tupperware container to properly store everything inside the box. tonight, i went through everything. some of it made me laugh, some of it brought me close to tears.
i came across this letter from my old best friend, kari lafever. kari and i ruled new berlin west. no, that school belonged to us. seriously. kari was a popular honor student. catholic. cheerleader and model. i was this hateful little bi-sexual atheist writer/photographer draped in oversized cure and nine inch nails t-shirts. we were so different, but we loved each other. we did everything together. we were inseparable.
the letter. it detailed all of our goofy inside jokes, and she closed it off saying this:
Well, I'm sure we have about one million more jokes. Traci, I could never ask for a better best friend than you. This may get touchy feely, but it's the truth. We never get in fights, and you always understand me, and you are always there for me. If I could give the definition of a 'best friend,' it would be Traci. I got you what I got you because it's kind of a way to seal our friendship. I want to be best friends forever, even when I'm a model. This is not what a second grader gives to a "best friend." It's something I want you to wear all the time. It represents me. I want to help you and be with you all the time. With this gift, you will know that I am always with you and thinking of you. You are like my other half. I mean that.
Love always forever,
Kari R. LaFever
reading it made me feel like i was fifteen all over again. i think that was the letter that accompanied the gift i received during our last christmas together. then i moved away and we lost contact. the sad thing is, i don't even remember what it is she gave me. i wish i still had it. i think i am going to photocopy this letter and send it to her parents' house and ask them to make sure she gets it. ...that 'even when i'm a model' thing was kind of a buzzkill though, hey? how pompous!
another one of the things i found is a little red transparent stone. some palm-reader on the wharf gave it to me like three years ago. she told me it was a wishing stone. i think it's a little defective, because it took three fucking years for my wish to come true.
okay, enough sappy bullshit. WATCH THIS! awesome.
i came across this letter from my old best friend, kari lafever. kari and i ruled new berlin west. no, that school belonged to us. seriously. kari was a popular honor student. catholic. cheerleader and model. i was this hateful little bi-sexual atheist writer/photographer draped in oversized cure and nine inch nails t-shirts. we were so different, but we loved each other. we did everything together. we were inseparable.
the letter. it detailed all of our goofy inside jokes, and she closed it off saying this:
Well, I'm sure we have about one million more jokes. Traci, I could never ask for a better best friend than you. This may get touchy feely, but it's the truth. We never get in fights, and you always understand me, and you are always there for me. If I could give the definition of a 'best friend,' it would be Traci. I got you what I got you because it's kind of a way to seal our friendship. I want to be best friends forever, even when I'm a model. This is not what a second grader gives to a "best friend." It's something I want you to wear all the time. It represents me. I want to help you and be with you all the time. With this gift, you will know that I am always with you and thinking of you. You are like my other half. I mean that.
Love always forever,
Kari R. LaFever
reading it made me feel like i was fifteen all over again. i think that was the letter that accompanied the gift i received during our last christmas together. then i moved away and we lost contact. the sad thing is, i don't even remember what it is she gave me. i wish i still had it. i think i am going to photocopy this letter and send it to her parents' house and ask them to make sure she gets it. ...that 'even when i'm a model' thing was kind of a buzzkill though, hey? how pompous!
another one of the things i found is a little red transparent stone. some palm-reader on the wharf gave it to me like three years ago. she told me it was a wishing stone. i think it's a little defective, because it took three fucking years for my wish to come true.
okay, enough sappy bullshit. WATCH THIS! awesome.