The Peanut Chronicles

Monday, October 09, 2006

What I love about my best friend

My best friend is named hurricane. (actually, this is a legit nickname that my grandfather gave her.) tonight, after everythingblew up and I told the bear my darkest secret even though Quasi advised against it, she happened to call from Maine. and we talked. and talked. and talked. and it was wonderful. and refreshing.

why? because she is outraged. absoultly outraged with the immature backstabbing bitch. and she is outraged with the bear as well.

and it's friends like Hurricane that make problems seem better. I could talk about things with her that I can talk to no one about. and she knows EVERYTHING. and she is just as pissed off at people as I am form our past and angry over incidents that we finally discussed.

but most of all, she wants to take names and kick ass. and THAT'S why i love her.

"your good friend will pay your bail from jail. your BEST friend will be sitting on the bench next to you saying, "man, that was fun!'"

I couldn't agree more.

PS sue- I changed my mind and yes I want the cards. see your site for details.

2 Comments:

SUEB0B said...: What the fucking fuckity fuck??

I was just looking at your photo - I have some Moo mini cards and you are on 3 of them. If you want one, email me and I will send one your way...; 9:44 PM
Suzanne said...: Your writing about hurricane brought up warm fuzzy thoughts about a friend I have like that. Thanks!; 5:20 AM