You rare, unearthly thing.

Can it get any better…?

But then I’m like….food….

To any other person, this is just a day.
A long awaited Friday.
The end of a typical work week.
But to me, its more than that.

Today is my best friends birthday.
Me being older than her, she has gotten to see me panic at each of my birthdays, fearful of turning a year older.
Today is the day I get to see her catch up.

This past year has been eventful, to say the least.

A year full of loss; friends, family, boyfriends.

She’s been with me through our heartbreaks, and our revenge.

Our funerals, and our reunions.
Weddings, birthdays, graduations.

So much can happen in a year.

All I can say, is this girl is someone who has seen and been through it all.
Life has thrown her in the dirt, stomped on her a little bit, and she still has the ability to get up and move forward.

May this year be full of life for you, my little love.

You mean more to me than you know, and I wouldn’t have done any of the stuff I’ve done this past year without you.

You bring life into me and the world.

Happy birthday, Kayla.

There’s no one else I’d rather spend the day with. Or the next year.

I love you. :)

I have the sudden urge to get naked and curl up under my blankets.
& most definitely leave the windows open.

And then I might have mildly cried.

Destiny’s Child were my anthem of my childhood.

This is the craziest whiskey I’ve ever had in my life.

Fireball whiskey.

Tastes like cinnamon covered ass.
Whoever invented this clearly wanted to poison people.

What fun is that?

nicknickypoo replied to your post: Well I had a fantastic day.

Did you break it on the face of the person who hit you?

No, I really wish.

I was having a bit of a lightsaber/knife fight on break with a coworker, and got wacked a bit too hard, and heard a really nasty snap. It hasn’t improved much either, but I’ve got it taped to my ring finger.

But; you, my dear sir, need to turn your ask on. It makes talking much more easier than this. :)

-Had a massive blowout on my car.
-Was late to work because of the long wait for AAA.
-Got punched in the face at work by a patient. Again.
-Burnt my hand on the stove at work.
-And the epic conclusion of the day:
-Broke my little pinky.

It’s massive and purple now.

My best friend wrote a post with messages to each person she cherishes in her life. This was mine:

“Best Friend: I’m fairly sure you’re insane.. You’re strange, that’s for sure. But you’re a good strange. My strange. You’re a beautiful girl with a lot of love to give. & though we have hard times, I do in fact love you, you strange, loving creature. “

I think I further proved this fact by the fact when I read this, I cackled.

When I read it to my mother, her response was:

“Well, you are. Insane. That’s a good word, she sure has you figured out, you’ve always been a little kooky.”

This. These people are the two who matter most to me in my life, and they have dubbed me insane. Strange. A little off.

Yet, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

It is law.