Last night I kicked it like a rockette out on the deck with my sweet gal allen. After 4 and 1/2 of my diatribes and a bottle of wine, I could hear my vocabulary dissolving into a late 80s abyss of annoying fillers, meant only in the moment to demonstrate the earnest truth of the point I was making.
So, I'm like totally sorry, AR--I was like so excited to hang with you, you know? It was like a really cool way to spend an evening and I just really like your like...your vibe.
And I totally love you.
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Our talks always boost me up. Not everyone can say that their friendship goes all the way back to Barbazon and Butt-to-Butt. I love you so!
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