Filed under: 24 words, bestest friends, journalicious | Tags: amanda, candy, friends, halloween costume
like the lil devils we are, you stole my heart when you stole my white smarties. i attacked you in retaliation — friends ever since.
not so long ago, you taught me about young love and jealousy.
i’m happy you found someone who seems to appreciate your never-ending loyalty.
Filed under: a few of my favorite things, celebrity worship, my melody, the cat's meow | Tags: blackout, britney spears, celebrities, dance, music, pop
i’ve come a long way in the past 10 years. i’ve graduated high school and college. i’ve broken up and fallen down and picked up the pieces. i’ve adopted a cat.
but i still heart britney spears. i don’t care what anyone says. i don’t care about her personal issues. all i care about is her upbeat, silly, dance pop music that i can sing my lil head off to whenever i need a pick-me-up — and “blackout,” her latest album out today, looks like it’ll provide me with just that.
I’m not gonna write out a long music review (i’ve never been very good at that). i’m not even going to recommend anyone buys it. i just want to put this out there — her die-hard fans will buy her album no matter what. and 10 years later, die-hard fan, i still am.
you always brighten my day from thousands of miles away — even when i don’t want it brightened. i miss your charisma and sparkling personality.
Filed under: 24 words, bestest friends | Tags: celebrities, friends, shopping, sisters
down sisters, celebrity stalkers and shopping partners in crime, i’d do anything in the world for you, as i know you would for me.
Filed under: perfectly impossible
“where are you going?” she asks.
“home,” i say, wide-eyed and frazzled.
“yes, but where’s that?” she persists.
i stare blankly before realizing she’s asking in the most literal terms.
thank god. i haven’t known where home is for years.
Filed under: 24 words, journalicious | Tags: copy editing, friends, halloween, journalism
it’s been three years since i dressed like you for halloween, my triplet. we’re both still copy editing, hanging with journas and randomly meowing.
