I was going to pick the Toy Story song and write your name on my foot– or the Muppet version of “I get by with a little help from my friends”, since it references a human sacrifice and that seemed fun–
but then the moon came up, and the insomniac clouds rolled over the horizon.
I thought about the first phone conversation we had after I came home,
and about that basically-morning-fix-our-blogs-binge-late-night-party before I went away,
and about the sex-puppet-stoning.
You were in my heart the whole time, too.
And though we’re different:
deep inside, we’re not so different at all:
I guess it’s fate. You’ll always be in my heart.
Now and forever more.
I love you, chica.
This post is oh-so-officially part of Samara’s birthday mix tape. You can find all the other links at the link up, but I’ll try to keep this updated too. Oh, check everyone out because they’re fabulous, fierce, or both– and then go around her blog (http://samaraspeaks.WordPress.com) and leave at least one arbitrary Happy Birthday, because…
Why the fuck not?