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That one friend -- for LJ idol week 2
Dec. 4th, 2016 01:43 pmThat one friend
Journal entry
by Fannish Liss
for LJ Idol week 2
I have a friend who wanted to get married in Princess Leia boots, so I built them for her out of silk and tennis shoes. She is now a godparent to my son!
I have a friend who loved James Bond so much that I made her teach us how to play baccarat. The gambling chips were delicious — peppermint patties for fifties and mini Reese’s cups for hundreds.
I have a friend who taught me how to make tortilla soup the way she learned in San Antonio. Now she lives in Michigan, dodging killer icicles.
My friends have given me so much: dinners together in our college town holes-in-the-wall, Twin Peaks marathons complete with pie and damn fine cups of coffee, crab feasts, fondue parties, and phone conversations so long my ear was completely numb by the time we had to hang up to get some sleep.
I have a friend who put me up at the Chateau Marmont, and we ate breakfast right next to Courtney Love.
I have a friend who sent me a box of chocolate-covered potato chips out of the blue with no explanation. I rationed them out to myself, one a day for a month!
My friends are beautiful and I’ll love them forever. But only one person has sworn to stay by my side until death tries to keep us apart.
When I’m loud, and opinionated, and angry, that one friend hears me out and argues just as loud.
When I’m sad, and full of doom, and listless, that one friend makes me laugh till I can see the light again.
When I need to take a long walk, that one friend comes with, and recounts the latest podcast about Rome or Byzantium or the English Language. One of us holds the leash on our feisty little chihuahua while the other one picks up the poo.
When I wore the Tenth Doctor’s brown pin-striped suit, that one friend put on a blue hoodie and high tops to be my TARDIS.
When I get hooked on a new celebrity, that one friend listens to all the factoids and quotes and anecdotes, watches whatever I dredge up on Netflix, and mixes us strong drinks if the shows turn out too dumb to watch completely sober.
That one friend of mine is patient when I consider and reject every spatula at Marshall’s; he even suggests we try Ross next.
When he was Natasha, I was Boris. He wore the slinky purple dress and I carried the bomb.
He’s Han, and I’m Chewie. When I say, “I love you,” he doesn’t say, “I know.” He loves me back.
He is that one friend who will be my partner for the rest of my life. I won’t be satisfied until he’s a hundred and I’m a hundred and two.
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LJ Idol voting link :)
Journal entry
by Fannish Liss
for LJ Idol week 2
I have a friend who wanted to get married in Princess Leia boots, so I built them for her out of silk and tennis shoes. She is now a godparent to my son!
I have a friend who loved James Bond so much that I made her teach us how to play baccarat. The gambling chips were delicious — peppermint patties for fifties and mini Reese’s cups for hundreds.
I have a friend who taught me how to make tortilla soup the way she learned in San Antonio. Now she lives in Michigan, dodging killer icicles.
My friends have given me so much: dinners together in our college town holes-in-the-wall, Twin Peaks marathons complete with pie and damn fine cups of coffee, crab feasts, fondue parties, and phone conversations so long my ear was completely numb by the time we had to hang up to get some sleep.
I have a friend who put me up at the Chateau Marmont, and we ate breakfast right next to Courtney Love.
I have a friend who sent me a box of chocolate-covered potato chips out of the blue with no explanation. I rationed them out to myself, one a day for a month!
My friends are beautiful and I’ll love them forever. But only one person has sworn to stay by my side until death tries to keep us apart.
When I’m loud, and opinionated, and angry, that one friend hears me out and argues just as loud.
When I’m sad, and full of doom, and listless, that one friend makes me laugh till I can see the light again.
When I need to take a long walk, that one friend comes with, and recounts the latest podcast about Rome or Byzantium or the English Language. One of us holds the leash on our feisty little chihuahua while the other one picks up the poo.
When I wore the Tenth Doctor’s brown pin-striped suit, that one friend put on a blue hoodie and high tops to be my TARDIS.
When I get hooked on a new celebrity, that one friend listens to all the factoids and quotes and anecdotes, watches whatever I dredge up on Netflix, and mixes us strong drinks if the shows turn out too dumb to watch completely sober.
That one friend of mine is patient when I consider and reject every spatula at Marshall’s; he even suggests we try Ross next.
When he was Natasha, I was Boris. He wore the slinky purple dress and I carried the bomb.
He’s Han, and I’m Chewie. When I say, “I love you,” he doesn’t say, “I know.” He loves me back.
He is that one friend who will be my partner for the rest of my life. I won’t be satisfied until he’s a hundred and I’m a hundred and two.
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LJ Idol voting link :)
