Friday, September 24, 2010

#3--Much Love

My friend is sick and I wish they weren't. I wish I could help, but I cannot. And so I write, and I make lots of really bad jokes and I cross my fingers that they bring about laughter and they generally do.

I love her. And she is beautiful to me. I wish I had as much grace as she, so that I might share it with others.

We shall write together, and gush together, and have lots of fun and snarkiness in general. That is what I love about my friend: she is never afraid. (At least, not to my face.)

On another, more primal note, I am hungry and so will be fetching food. I work this evening, so may not get back here til late.

<3 <3

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