Said good bye to the first friend I made here. We went out to lunch at a place called Fat Matt’s BBQ. There was an old man with a long beard playing the guitar and singing the blues.
I feel like it was a really appropriate way to say goodby to my friend, and in a way, to say goodbye to GA, since all of the old man’s songs were about leaving home and loved ones behind. Also songs about blue eyed girls with long hair ;)
I don’t get why bras are so expensive I mean I didn’t choose the boob life the boob life chose me
Does anyone know what tiger butter chocolate is? You know…tiger butter would be a good s/n..no body steal that :p lol anyways there was only one piece. And we decided to share it. He insisted on holding it so we both had to bite it at the same time.
We took little bites and with each bite he turned it so we were eating off of each other’s corner and said “this side will taste better…no this one..” until the last bite and we kissed a la’ Lady & the Tramp.
All I could do was just look down and smile like a twitter-pated fool while he said “yeah that last piece was definitely the best.” It kills me. It really slays me. Now that I am going away you can do this when I have needed you to pay attention to me for so long and you just put me on a shelf and was never around. I hope when I am gone you come to understand and appreciate just what I am to you.
I have an amazing yixing clay teapot with the most gorgeous rabbits on it. It was my first year anniversary present. I have revered it as a most sacred treasure these past 5 years. As I place it in the box of breakable things I am packing, my stomach feels queasy and I have this thought-
“Can I dare take it from our home?”
I am being silly overly sentimental and superstitious again. Sigh.