Today children is the annual celebration of the birth of a man that is very dear to me. He's been there through thick and thin, good times, bad times, and screaming like a banshee and many many soda spills. I would like to recall some of our memories together today. He is 22, and he is my Queer.
I've never met anyone like Queer. We met in Public Speaking class in college. Everyone thought he had a huge crush on me. This made me want to be as far away from him as possible, naturally. But when I went back to Montana for the summer and came back to little Bumfuck Wyoming, our bond was made very strong and he invested his secret in me... he doesn't crush on gingers. BWAHHA no really, let's get on with it.
I don't think I've ever had another friend who I've screamed so much at. We have fought all up and down the United States. Literally. Drove over 3,000 miles together up and down the coast and fought most of the way. We've had screaming matches, crying fits, and farting wars on each other's pillows... girls don't fart.
We've gone to abandoned houses, climbed mountains, even gotten stuck in snow in his little Toyota eight times in one week. We've seen a moose that we thought was an alien, possibly real aliens, and followed a creeper in a red car just like his just to see where it was going at the SAME TIME EVERY FRIGGIN MORNING AT 1:30 AM!! Another story, another day...
We've almost been in a million crashes together, no thanks to our dying laughter and spittle of Dr. Pepper on the windshield. We've driven to Salt Lake to see awesome bands just to drive back for work in the same 24 hours.
Together, we've cheated the system time and time again, and I'll not tell you how. We've been pierced together, broke together, and broken hearted together.
We both came to meet in Wyoming running from something and found ourselves running into each other. We embrace our miseries and our utmost joys together. There is no one in the world I would rather share all of our memories with.
We live 2,000 miles away, and he is still the best man in my life and has always been there for me, even when we were angry at each other.
Darlin, if you're reading this, many adventures to come to us, my love. I'll walk a thousand miles for you, as long as you'll walk four... because, let's face it. You hate walking.
I love you so much. But I have to stop typing before I cry.
I've never met anyone like Queer. We met in Public Speaking class in college. Everyone thought he had a huge crush on me. This made me want to be as far away from him as possible, naturally. But when I went back to Montana for the summer and came back to little Bumfuck Wyoming, our bond was made very strong and he invested his secret in me... he doesn't crush on gingers. BWAHHA no really, let's get on with it.
I don't think I've ever had another friend who I've screamed so much at. We have fought all up and down the United States. Literally. Drove over 3,000 miles together up and down the coast and fought most of the way. We've had screaming matches, crying fits, and farting wars on each other's pillows... girls don't fart.
We've gone to abandoned houses, climbed mountains, even gotten stuck in snow in his little Toyota eight times in one week. We've seen a moose that we thought was an alien, possibly real aliens, and followed a creeper in a red car just like his just to see where it was going at the SAME TIME EVERY FRIGGIN MORNING AT 1:30 AM!! Another story, another day...
We've almost been in a million crashes together, no thanks to our dying laughter and spittle of Dr. Pepper on the windshield. We've driven to Salt Lake to see awesome bands just to drive back for work in the same 24 hours.
Together, we've cheated the system time and time again, and I'll not tell you how. We've been pierced together, broke together, and broken hearted together.
We both came to meet in Wyoming running from something and found ourselves running into each other. We embrace our miseries and our utmost joys together. There is no one in the world I would rather share all of our memories with.
We live 2,000 miles away, and he is still the best man in my life and has always been there for me, even when we were angry at each other.
Darlin, if you're reading this, many adventures to come to us, my love. I'll walk a thousand miles for you, as long as you'll walk four... because, let's face it. You hate walking.
I love you so much. But I have to stop typing before I cry.
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