I actually didn’t think I’d write today, b/c I kind of wanted to take a break and not bombard everybody, but…I felted<<<–yes, I know that is NOT a real word something in my spirit.
Out of all my close friends, I’m the “gay” one. I know they have a campaign out there telling people that gay can’t be interchanged with stupid or some other derogatory term, but in this instance…it just means, I’m super touchy/mushy. Well, out of all the rest of them. Except for GabbyJo maybe. But she’s only gay with me. And that’s how I like it. (note: I read this to Cassandy before publishing…annnnnnd I definitely forgot to talk about how gay SHE is…lol)
Anyway, part of the reason why this blog is here, hell, why *I’m* here is b/c of my super osm friends. After they convinced me not to jump off the highest floor of transco tower (which is now called Williams tower, but IDK who the hell Williams is…so, it’s still transco to me) just a short week after my golden (n on the nth day) birthday, they also convinced me that I needed to do something I love to get me to a happier place…and keep me there (and off the top of skyscrapers). So, here we are.
And here I am. Thanking them for being the best friends a girl could have. Thanking God for ‘em, and all that jazz. Each of my dear friends (and I’m including my fam in here too) is OSM in their own right and in their own relation to me. I love them. More than words can say. Even my homeboys. They aint ever all gay with me, but they watch out for me. And every once in a while, they remind me that there are good men out there and that I actually deserve one (even if one of their reasons is b/c I can cook my ass off…lol).
All of these people, family, friends, or both…give me life, inspire me, make me laugh (something I looooove to do), encourage me, and love me…maybe not as unconditionally as my momma, but definitely despite all my shortcomings,downfalls, and weirdness. I’m forever indebted to the universe for blessing me with such an amazing bunch of folks.
Thank y’all for loving me…the good bad ugly and all the weird shit in the middle.
P.S. If you’re not in one of the photos, it’s not b/c I don’t love you, I probably don’t have any good pics of us together. Notice how me & GBaugh aint in “his” pic together…smh.