My friends kick ass.
Here is my new favorite picture of Mike (Miquito) and Alex (Mr. Fez Money, of course). I basically grew up with these guys. I love them both like brothers. I owe a lot to Mike for being my military-buddy ... and getting me out of the house, and so much more (::devilish grin::). And well, Alex knows how much I adore him. He is my platonic soul mate, you know (I tell him that, like, daily). I would be in an institution without him, likely. I'd kill any girl who'd dare mess with one of my boys. ♥
My Jeffy. My Princess. I hope you were loved enough. So much to say, but tragically, too late. I'll always love you. I'll always miss you.
Buddy Baker. He's my family, even if he'll deny it. He's got no idea how much he means to me. Wait, yes he does. He just wants to hear it over and over. He loves me too. He knows it. Ha.
Pat-ooey! My future ex-husband, my favorite pen-pal and one of my dearest, oldest friends. He's delightfully cynical, dry, and hilarious and I love him SO much!
My favorite couple on earth. "When one door of happiness closes, another opens." -Helen Keller
I realize that I am a total cheese. I love Amie, the coolest (and prettiest) aunt ever, and of course, Jesse, the sweeetest guy on the planet. I don't know which one is luckier. ♥
Lynne. ♥ The most tender, good-natured, goofy girl I've ever known. She is a doll (and a babe). Don't get any ideas ... she is WAY out of your league. (;
And here's Aaron ... someone I always love to have half-drunken, seemingly-meaningful discussions about life and such with. I miss him. ):
Megan!! If there is a chick who is more down and fun than her, I haven't met her yet. I love this broad! (Good lord, these girls are hot!) If we were gay, I'd ask her to be my girlfriend. ♥ Heh.
I'll always love Sean Huffy, ultimate slopster and non-keeping-in-touch-bastard. Hopefully he's still as crazy as ever. He and Jeff pretty much raised me. (Is that bad or good?)
Don't piss this guy off by like ... being around when he just woke up. Or god forbid, being the one who accidentally woke him up. Brian knows he's a sweetheart.
To get into Jamesy's heart a girl must:
-Show up naked, ready to play XBox.
-Bring liquor.
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Time may pass and we all may change, but I never forget that I have the best friends anyone could ever have. I don't know what I'd do without you guys. ♥
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I pretty much adore female vocals in nearly any genre. I guess I identify with them more.
There are tons more.
Don't get me wrong. I am by no means a feminist. I hate feminists. Of course, I hate sexism, too. I'm not sure which I hate more.
Feminists, probably.
It just so happens they make pretty good music. They just suck at everything else. Like, working, for instance. And life. And everything except bitching.
I told you I'm neurotic.
And, most importantly -- the artist of the lyrics forever scribbled on my body and in my heart:
Run Lola Run has got to be my favorite. For now.
TV in Germany is no good at all.
I have too many favorites to list them all. I am obsessed with The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, and everything she has ever written.
Once again, I think I love it because I identify so closely with the protagonist. Is it weird that she is a smart, pretty girl in her early adult years, slowly going through a mental breakdown? (:
Jeff Schliemann
... you are my big brother, my protector, and my "princess." Thank you for always looking out for my well-being, thank you for letting me tickle you, thank you for (reluctantly) writing me letters when I left for the Army, thank you for walking with me at our lame (and nearly non-existent) graduation, thank you for loving me, thank you for making me feel safe, thank you for coming to see me even when we were mad at each other, thank you for making me feel like I was special to you, thank you for buying us all beer with your fake ID when we were kids, thank you for forcing me to like beer and quit "being a pussy," thank you for being one of my best friends, thank you for being my family, thank you for putting up with my shit, thank you for letting me win all the "thumb wars," thank you for always being down for a party ("filthy," though, they always were), thank you for being the best hugger there ever was, thank you for always being the first or second person I saw when I came home on leave, thank you for keeping every single trivial letter I ever wrote you in a shoe box, thank you for that feeling of "you try anything, my friend will beat your fucking ass," thank you for being a protective big brother (even when I protested), thank you for not hating me for being a cunt in Vegas, thank you for being my rock, and thank you for sharing so much of your brief life with me.
Your friends and family absolutely miss you. You could have never known how much you were loved.
I do not know if I will ever be able to shake this guilt. I'm sorry, Jeff. I love you. I miss you.
I'm sorry.