being best friends with me?
It's not easy.
For example.
Monday morning I gave my best friend a 118 minute dissertation on the Tomkat courtship, pregnancy, marriage, and divorce. This also included many digressions into COS, cults, and my extensive (sarcasm) knowledge of these things.
About 15 minutes in, I'm fairly certain she was mentally writing her grocery list. The only reason I had to stop was that my phone battery died.
The 118 minutes is nothing compared to the lunch conversation I dominated for, at least, 4 hours (there was one complete shift change while we were sitting there) where I recounted the complete tale of this woman who wrote fan fiction, changed the names, and became a millionaire. If you know me, you know who I'm talking about. Also I refuse to name check this bullshit in my blog. No need to add to her coffers. She's doing fine without me.
I digress.
That afternoon-long rant ended up with my acting out not-good dialogue and scenarios from aforementioned fan fiction disguised as a novel. I think she enjoyed that part though. Her first husband was an asshole just like the "Hero" in the fan fiction/book.
The nice thing about my best friend is that she pretends to listen when I go on my meandering pop culture nothing to do with my life whatsoever rants. I remember a few summers ago she even sat with me while I watched the Jennifer Lopez 'Behind the Music' because she knows how much I like Jennifer Lopez.
Yes, I am aware you all hate her. I don't need to hear it again.
Anyway, she's a good best friend. Probably better than I deserve, but I am grateful she's mine.
And I'll go to the grave singing Jennifer Lopez songs :P
For example.
Monday morning I gave my best friend a 118 minute dissertation on the Tomkat courtship, pregnancy, marriage, and divorce. This also included many digressions into COS, cults, and my extensive (sarcasm) knowledge of these things.
About 15 minutes in, I'm fairly certain she was mentally writing her grocery list. The only reason I had to stop was that my phone battery died.
The 118 minutes is nothing compared to the lunch conversation I dominated for, at least, 4 hours (there was one complete shift change while we were sitting there) where I recounted the complete tale of this woman who wrote fan fiction, changed the names, and became a millionaire. If you know me, you know who I'm talking about. Also I refuse to name check this bullshit in my blog. No need to add to her coffers. She's doing fine without me.
I digress.
That afternoon-long rant ended up with my acting out not-good dialogue and scenarios from aforementioned fan fiction disguised as a novel. I think she enjoyed that part though. Her first husband was an asshole just like the "Hero" in the fan fiction/book.
The nice thing about my best friend is that she pretends to listen when I go on my meandering pop culture nothing to do with my life whatsoever rants. I remember a few summers ago she even sat with me while I watched the Jennifer Lopez 'Behind the Music' because she knows how much I like Jennifer Lopez.
Yes, I am aware you all hate her. I don't need to hear it again.
Anyway, she's a good best friend. Probably better than I deserve, but I am grateful she's mine.
And I'll go to the grave singing Jennifer Lopez songs :P
