So, basically, I'm a horrible friend. No, really. Sometimes I don't e-mail or call for months. Other times I get upset because someone isn't hanging on my every word or waiting anxiously by the phone for me to call them for some friend-on-friend action. Then, there are the times that I forget birthdays.
I don't know what it is. I just don't have that thing that sends me a tickle whenever I need to let someone know that I'm glad they were born. It makes me feel horrible, too, because I have no excuses. Well, maybe I have one: if Joel would have let me buy that Blackberry Pearl, this never would have happened. Let's blame Joel.
The worst part of this is that I do remember! The week before an important birthday, I realize it's coming up and I make a note to buy a card or think about a present. But do I do it? Nope. Why? Because I suck, that's why.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand: This guy. Can I tell you that I don't know a funnier, nicer, more wonderfuler friend than him? Yes, I can, because it's true. When I was getting married, and we were thinking of who would perform the ceremony, I asked him because I couldn't think of anyone else I would have wanted to be such an important part of the most important day in my life. If I could have convinced him to wear a dress, he would have made the prettiest maid of honor in history!
He never just tells me what I want to hear, which means I can trust that he will give me good advice, even if I want to hit him afterward. He'll tell me when I'm being a bitch and I can't get mad at him, because it's true. I am being a bitch. I'm just so lucky to have him as a friend, even if he does kick my ass in SkipBo. Every goddamn time we play. But I got nothing but love for him. Well, maybe 85% love and 15% envy at his card game skills.
So, happy belated birthday, you magnificent bastard. I hope it was great, because you deserve it!
That guy sounds lame... He sure is lucky to have you as a friend though.
Posted by: Who is that guy! | March 03, 2008 at 12:22 PM
Yes, he is lucky, and I can prove it mathematically: my lameness is less than my suckiness, and my suckiness is less than my awesomeosity. Therefore, due to the transitive property of adjectives that describe me, I am awesome.
Posted by: Carrie | March 03, 2008 at 12:55 PM
See, its good to finally see somebody applying some reasonable logic to this. Thanks.
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