A pre-emptive birthday message
Aug. 24th, 2003 10:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
violachicI know your birthday isn't 'till Thursday. I also know that you don't usually like having a big deal made of your birthday. But I thought since I'm not going to see you the exact day of your birthday, plus the fact that since I'm now officially a pauper and I'm not going to be able to buy you anything for your birthday, that a little public humiliation was in order. Would you expect anything less of me? Probably not.
We've known each other for just about six years now. We bonded immediatly, as seems to be the way things happen on such kind of weekends. I was sick and shy, you were late. But the friendship we've had since then has meant the world to me. Even if I haven't always shown it to the best of my abilities. And when I say that the the moment I truly felt accepted into the group of friends was when you threw up on my shoes, I mean it with every conviction of my being. Well, with a little snicker thrown in for good measure, of course.
We've been through a lot together. Some of it, I'm sure, I inflicted on you. There has never been a moment of true down time within this circle of friends, and I suppose that's especially true of the friendship between you and I. I think we can safely say that we've really taken turns carrying each other when things have been really rough. I don't think I can say that about everyone I've ever had a friendship with. And that means a lot.
You're my friend, and you've been my brother since the day we met. Almost literally. Even though our "mom" put us up for adoption a couple years ago (Cheers to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wildrose80 for taking us under her wing- but we could sure use another girl in the family.....). You've come to my concerts, you've been to church with me, you've spent holidays with our family, you've read what I've written. You've even put up with my recent mood swings and ultra bitchiness.
Look closely, folks. That's the definition of the truest friend in the world. Not many people fit that. But I'm lucky to have so many people who do. Especially this somebody.
I can't wait to see how the story unfolds. I'm looking forwards to the day I can send my kids over to Uncle John's place to play (muahahahahahaaaaaaaa) some afternoon. Hang in there. Life is good and so are you.
Oh, and by the way- if you bring Corona next weekend, don't forget the limes. I know for a fact the Old Mission grocery store doesn't carry them.
Happy birthday, and I love you!
We've known each other for just about six years now. We bonded immediatly, as seems to be the way things happen on such kind of weekends. I was sick and shy, you were late. But the friendship we've had since then has meant the world to me. Even if I haven't always shown it to the best of my abilities. And when I say that the the moment I truly felt accepted into the group of friends was when you threw up on my shoes, I mean it with every conviction of my being. Well, with a little snicker thrown in for good measure, of course.
We've been through a lot together. Some of it, I'm sure, I inflicted on you. There has never been a moment of true down time within this circle of friends, and I suppose that's especially true of the friendship between you and I. I think we can safely say that we've really taken turns carrying each other when things have been really rough. I don't think I can say that about everyone I've ever had a friendship with. And that means a lot.
You're my friend, and you've been my brother since the day we met. Almost literally. Even though our "mom" put us up for adoption a couple years ago (Cheers to
wildrose80 for taking us under her wing- but we could sure use another girl in the family.....). You've come to my concerts, you've been to church with me, you've spent holidays with our family, you've read what I've written. You've even put up with my recent mood swings and ultra bitchiness. Look closely, folks. That's the definition of the truest friend in the world. Not many people fit that. But I'm lucky to have so many people who do. Especially this somebody.
I can't wait to see how the story unfolds. I'm looking forwards to the day I can send my kids over to Uncle John's place to play (muahahahahahaaaaaaaa) some afternoon. Hang in there. Life is good and so are you.
Oh, and by the way- if you bring Corona next weekend, don't forget the limes. I know for a fact the Old Mission grocery store doesn't carry them.
Happy birthday, and I love you!
