Tom

Last night we got to talking about MySpace and its creator Tom. Tom never let you down. Not only was he your numero uno friend when you signed up, but he would always show back up in your top 5 if some bitch deleted you. Now I don’t know about anyone else, but to me that means something.

He was always there to pick you back up when you were let down, staring you right in the face with his thumbs up (I don’t know why I imagined him with his thumbs up in his picture. Maybe he was just so awesome. At least that’s how he made me feel). It’s like he was saying, “it’s going to be ok” and you know what it was! Today I’m recognizing Tom. Tom I miss you. 

Thankful

I fucking love Thanksgiving. For starters I must say I’m thankful that I can use that kind of language and not be judged (stop judging) or shot. Second this year a bunch of peeps are in town making rounds. Cousin Corey is going to make a stop and I’m so excited. I haven’t seen him since he asked us to “paint the town red with some green berets” and that was at least 2 years ago. I’m lying. He was in town for a short stop and we met for a quick lunch. Still so.excited.

Last night I heard of some dear old friends being in town (they only make it every 3 years) and at my sissy’s bar. Even though I was tired and hadn't showered I still got my ass up there to see them. If I hadn't I would of regretted it because I love these two folks and miss the shit out of them! I’m thankful for the (short) time I got to spend with them. It’s been a long time since I’d seen Philly’s face and it was joyous.

I’m staying with dear sweet Bruce this week while my brother and sister (in law) are enjoying New York. I’m thankful he’s such a champ! He may fall but he gets back up. I love how he sleeps next to my bed. I don’t know if this is because he wants to be near someone or if he’s being protective. Maybe both. 

Taco Bell and Their New Sauce Sayings

Can we get one of these that say “Friend Request Denied”? Typically I do more denying than accepting. Seriously I probably have 14 ignored friend requests right this very moment. Sometimes I go through them and try to know you or remember you, but truth is I don’t so we’re probably not friends. Not even by facebook standards. 

My Besties

I use to say I didn’t have a best friend. This was because I thought, and felt, the same way of all my friends and didn’t want to put them in a category. As well I didn’t want anyone to feel left out. It’s so obvious in my older age who my actual best friends are. The ones, though I may not see as often, are there for me whenever and always.

My best friend Lars, who lives a way aways but I’ve known since 4^th grade. John, who I see at least once a week at our scheduled TV night, who I lived with for years barely coming out of that still friends, always makes it ok to be me. Wesley, whom I can be silly and act however I want with no judgment. And my sisters who define unconditional love. Gypsy gets extra points because she wasn’t born in, she chose us.

I have plenty of friends, some better than others, but it’s ok to have a few best.