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The Real LJ Idol 4: Week 7: My Best Friend
First off, I’ll start by saying that this post is totally and completely true.
Ode to a Carole Beth
I hate having to walk on eggshells around people, and I found in the past that it’s exactly what I was doing with most of my friends. If you ask me to do something and I don’t want to, you have to be ok with it. Don’t make me feel bad. Don’t ask me if I’m mad at you and don’t get your feelings hurt. Friendship shouldn’t be so mentally exhausting.
My best friend brings me groceries when I’m broke or sick. My best friend will offer to bring me home and take care of me after I go to the dentist. If I’m too tired to have coffee or a meal, it is ok with my best friend, because my best friend gets me.
My best friend doesn’t ask me if I want to go see Bon Jovi, she asks me how many shows we’ll see and which ones. Ditto for the Desperados games.
My best friend asks about my babies and loves them nearly as much as she loves her own. She would also kick the ass of anyone who ever dared even speak ill of them. My best friend knows she can call me up and ask me to talk to her birdie when he’s feeling blue, because she knows I love him nearly as much as I love my own babies, and that I would kick the ass of anyone who dared even speak ill of him. My best friend knows that Charly’s favorite color is pink and that she loves tea. She also knows that Bob loves cantaloupe and has stranger anxiety. She gets it when I say that I’d lie, cheat and steal for my babies, because she would do the same. She respects my family and me.
If she can’t get a hold of me for a couple of days, she’ll come over just to make sure I’m ok. My best friend will come over and clean my nasty house when I’m too sick or tired to do it. She’ll take me to the emergency room when Bob pops a vein in my arm. She’ll take me to the doctor when I get those nasty MS blisters, and laughs when they try to give me Valtrex. She holds my hand when I get a tetanus shot. She translates for me when I can’t hear what people are saying.
My best friend agrees with me when I say that you can’t trust people who don’t like animals or people who don’t like Dane Cook.
My best friend is the kind of best friend that everyone should have. Unless you suck. Then you don’t deserve her.
Ode to a Carole Beth
I hate having to walk on eggshells around people, and I found in the past that it’s exactly what I was doing with most of my friends. If you ask me to do something and I don’t want to, you have to be ok with it. Don’t make me feel bad. Don’t ask me if I’m mad at you and don’t get your feelings hurt. Friendship shouldn’t be so mentally exhausting.
My best friend brings me groceries when I’m broke or sick. My best friend will offer to bring me home and take care of me after I go to the dentist. If I’m too tired to have coffee or a meal, it is ok with my best friend, because my best friend gets me.
My best friend doesn’t ask me if I want to go see Bon Jovi, she asks me how many shows we’ll see and which ones. Ditto for the Desperados games.
My best friend asks about my babies and loves them nearly as much as she loves her own. She would also kick the ass of anyone who ever dared even speak ill of them. My best friend knows she can call me up and ask me to talk to her birdie when he’s feeling blue, because she knows I love him nearly as much as I love my own babies, and that I would kick the ass of anyone who dared even speak ill of him. My best friend knows that Charly’s favorite color is pink and that she loves tea. She also knows that Bob loves cantaloupe and has stranger anxiety. She gets it when I say that I’d lie, cheat and steal for my babies, because she would do the same. She respects my family and me.
If she can’t get a hold of me for a couple of days, she’ll come over just to make sure I’m ok. My best friend will come over and clean my nasty house when I’m too sick or tired to do it. She’ll take me to the emergency room when Bob pops a vein in my arm. She’ll take me to the doctor when I get those nasty MS blisters, and laughs when they try to give me Valtrex. She holds my hand when I get a tetanus shot. She translates for me when I can’t hear what people are saying.
My best friend agrees with me when I say that you can’t trust people who don’t like animals or people who don’t like Dane Cook.
My best friend is the kind of best friend that everyone should have. Unless you suck. Then you don’t deserve her.