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"I believe in good conversations." (I'm brain-storming for my "this I believe" essay. I want to write something witty yet profound.... I'm unsuccessful so far.)

A shout-out to you, friend:

I'm glad you understand. Or at least care enough to see past my drama queen-ness and listen to me ramble on about my life story. But I guess that's nothing compared to me seeing past your poser-ghetto-pooface-beatboxing-trumpet-ness. You have no idea how much it takes for me to accept you for all that. JAYKAY. You're wonderfully spectacular. Beyond that, actually. And because I know that you will deny compliments I throw at you, I'm going to say that even if you weren't wonderfully spectacular, I'd still be your friend, boob-jiggling and all. I've gotcher back too, yenno? Remember that, especially when you get lonely when I don't text you. But seriously, you don't even realize how much you matter. You have nooooo idea. You are like the improvisation to my jazz. Okay, not really because that doesn't make much sense, but you get the point.

Unlike this one kid who shafted me for a significant other and WAITED to be asked why he has not been calling me. NOT THAT I'M MENTIONING ANYBODY IN PARTICULAR. Yenno, since I'm totally not the type to single people out like that. Frick though... You can never trust anyone these days. Just kidding! Sorta. Kinda.... I'm not bitter at all. :) I just had to throw that in there, because when he told me, I got so angry that I said, "I'M BLOGGING ABOUT THIS WHEN I GET HOME." I'm cool.

Reebasaur out.

PS: You're officially invited to my mom's next karaoke party. If you can't make it, I'm sure she'll be delighted if you would practice with her.

PPS: I am not an angry child.

Photo credits: Samee Anderson