Good times

So I've been thinking a lot about my friends lately- and about how lucky I am. Really lucky. I have friends that know me inside and out-sometimes better than I know myself- and that's a really comforting thing. Somehow they still accept me after all of the stupid stuff I've said and done over the years!

Everyone is so busy and life pulls us in different directions, and although I don't see everyone as often as I'd like I really look forward to the times we still get to share- and I feel really lucky- have I mentioned that?

I like that we share a common language all our own. Phrases like
"oh-shuh-bow"
"uh...what else"
"it's unheeeeealthy"
"look to the trees!"
"it's esta bieniendo"
and "yabo" actually mean something.

Thanks for bein' my friend. I wouldn't have become the same person without you.