So anywho, the other day, as I was leaving work, I was gettin' down to some J Dash and Flo Rida, when I realized I was super happy and super excited for the first time in a while.
Everything about the song sounded right and the sun was shining and I was smiling and dancing (and almost crashing my car).
EVERYTHING IS SO BEAUTIFUL, I thought to myself.
And then I realized... I was so joyous because not only was I going to see one of my best friends but I was going to see two of them. At the same time.
I have never been and will never be as happy to see any other fools as I am to see these two crazy bitches:
Meet Kirsten & Casey
Together, Kirsey:
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| As a matter of fact, they are scissoring on my old Buick Century... |
I just love 'em. And that makes me wonder... Do other people act like this with their friends? I mean, it's really starting to get out of hand. I remember a conversation I had with my stepfather a few months ago that went something like this:
Tom: Are you excited?
Me: Not really. I'm kinda tired and I don't really want to go...
Tom: What? Oh my god, why? Just because Casey and Kirsten won't be there?
Me: I honestly don't see what is wrong with that!
And I still don't. I love them, like, a lot. It's a borderline unacceptable amount of love I have for them. It's very Sex-and-the-City-Big-says-you're-the-loves-of-her-life-and-a-guys-just-lucky-to-come-in-third-kind-of-love. Except we're all broke and living at home instead of glamorously living in New York City. Minor detail, Minor details...
So what is the point of my rambling?
I love my girl friends and my family thinks I'm either gay and in love with them or creepily obsessed with them and therefore will be alone forever.
But "alone," is never lonely when you got these two around:
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| Pure, unadulterated love |
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