jack and jill
I'll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I'll be there for you
Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you
Cuz you're there for me too...
AN OPEN LETTER TO MY FRIENDS...
I can be a really good friend. I will give you all my change for the parking meter. I will let you sleep with St. Platypus, and I will even let you sleep with me if you're sick or you've had a bad dream. I will let you cheat off my test if you haven't had time to study (just kidding Andra!). I will talk to you on the phone for hours when you are sad and crying, and then I might even come see you when you convince me that you are in love with me and that you absolutely must kiss me. I will give you my last bite of Rio Grande mud pie. I'll mail you a hand-made quilt if your house burns down. I'll get all up in your grill and tell you all the things I love about you just because. I'll even give you my most coveted possession - a fully-stamped Satellite coffee card - if you're low on cash and need some java.
However, if you seek me out in a panic and make it sound dire, and lead me to believe that you are in such a bad place that I get in my car at 1:00 in the morning and drive across town to make sure you're not going to hurt yourself, it better fucking be real, and you better fucking tell me the truth.
Got it? Good.
I love you all,
Jill
And now...a few (rhetorical, please) questions to ponder...
Which part of my life or my personality leads anyone to believe that I am in any way connected with coke dealers? Perhaps standing on the corner of Zuni and San Pablo is a better idea than ringing me. (My apologies to San Pablo. He's a good patron saint.)
Do I have gullible tattooed on my forehead?
Did you know Cheers is on at 3am on Sunday mornings?
And this Jew wants to know...what time is the pig roast?
When the rain starts to pour
I'll be there for you
Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you
Cuz you're there for me too...
I can be a really good friend. I will give you all my change for the parking meter. I will let you sleep with St. Platypus, and I will even let you sleep with me if you're sick or you've had a bad dream. I will let you cheat off my test if you haven't had time to study (just kidding Andra!). I will talk to you on the phone for hours when you are sad and crying, and then I might even come see you when you convince me that you are in love with me and that you absolutely must kiss me. I will give you my last bite of Rio Grande mud pie. I'll mail you a hand-made quilt if your house burns down. I'll get all up in your grill and tell you all the things I love about you just because. I'll even give you my most coveted possession - a fully-stamped Satellite coffee card - if you're low on cash and need some java.
However, if you seek me out in a panic and make it sound dire, and lead me to believe that you are in such a bad place that I get in my car at 1:00 in the morning and drive across town to make sure you're not going to hurt yourself, it better fucking be real, and you better fucking tell me the truth.
Got it? Good.
I love you all,
Jill
And now...a few (rhetorical, please) questions to ponder...
Which part of my life or my personality leads anyone to believe that I am in any way connected with coke dealers? Perhaps standing on the corner of Zuni and San Pablo is a better idea than ringing me. (My apologies to San Pablo. He's a good patron saint.)
Do I have gullible tattooed on my forehead?
Did you know Cheers is on at 3am on Sunday mornings?
And this Jew wants to know...what time is the pig roast?
posted by jill at 03:14
4 Comments:
can you even believe last night? Who lies about getting their poke on?
depends who the punisher is maybe?
omg...there's the 6 year-old me next to a comment about the punisher. yikes...
hey...whats that mean?
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