Tonight, before I address the topic of nature I will catch up and address the topic of friendship.
I am blessed to have many close friends - not close as in intimacy, but close nonetheless.
So I will speak of my friend IRL. Yes, she has a real name, but for anonymity purposes, I'll call her "Buckwheat" because that was the name of her horse when she was a child.
Buckwheat the person is my partner in crime. We joke about unicorns and life in general. One BLer has met her and knows that Buckwheat and me can get really obnoxious. I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'm surprised we haven't had the cops called in; we don't do anything illegal but OMFG are we loud. Buckwheat doesn't do any drugs. We don't even really breach the peace. I am the darker blondie from the South, and she is the lighter blondie from Washington State. We somehow manage. She is definitely the pretty one.
Buckwheat and I have mandatory quiet and listening hours. We are the best support system that has ever existed.
We're taking it to California next month - shit, I need to change my flight. Buckwheat isn't afraid of anything. I can trust damned near anyone with my bankcard (well, that one), but Buckwheat can bust into my room at anytime to borrow clothing or makeup or whatever. We get sick together and we aren't afraid of tackling the difficult issues.
I made Buckwheat Eggs Benedict today. I do make myself useful at times.
Buckwheat has to work for the first part of my journey home. It's a 10 hour drive, which Buckwheat would make, but we'd have to take my car and I would be forced into half the drive.
I did challenge myself with driving today. I did perfectly. This terrain is unforgiving and easily at any moment it could go differently. But I needed to go get Buckwheat what she needed. It wasn't very far and I was being a pain. It was pissing rain and I didn't want to. I did it anyways.
Buckwheat is going to fly to California when she chooses. No ponies or cars involved. I swear she'd ride a golden palomino if she had her druthers. *facepalms*
Buckwheat is my friend, my sister, and I know she'd ride that golden palomino if it came to that. The world is an extremely weird place.
T-15 until I go back to Cali. Buckwheat and I have plans for this Friday; we've both gotta work. I'm introducing Buckwheat to my other friend Katie who is about like I am.
Posa and Buckwheat: for the win. She'll have to ride the pony, though. I'm not down with the rodeo.
Buckwheat.
I am blessed to have many close friends - not close as in intimacy, but close nonetheless.
So I will speak of my friend IRL. Yes, she has a real name, but for anonymity purposes, I'll call her "Buckwheat" because that was the name of her horse when she was a child.
Buckwheat the person is my partner in crime. We joke about unicorns and life in general. One BLer has met her and knows that Buckwheat and me can get really obnoxious. I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'm surprised we haven't had the cops called in; we don't do anything illegal but OMFG are we loud. Buckwheat doesn't do any drugs. We don't even really breach the peace. I am the darker blondie from the South, and she is the lighter blondie from Washington State. We somehow manage. She is definitely the pretty one.
Buckwheat and I have mandatory quiet and listening hours. We are the best support system that has ever existed.
We're taking it to California next month - shit, I need to change my flight. Buckwheat isn't afraid of anything. I can trust damned near anyone with my bankcard (well, that one), but Buckwheat can bust into my room at anytime to borrow clothing or makeup or whatever. We get sick together and we aren't afraid of tackling the difficult issues.
I made Buckwheat Eggs Benedict today. I do make myself useful at times.
Buckwheat has to work for the first part of my journey home. It's a 10 hour drive, which Buckwheat would make, but we'd have to take my car and I would be forced into half the drive.
I did challenge myself with driving today. I did perfectly. This terrain is unforgiving and easily at any moment it could go differently. But I needed to go get Buckwheat what she needed. It wasn't very far and I was being a pain. It was pissing rain and I didn't want to. I did it anyways.
Buckwheat is going to fly to California when she chooses. No ponies or cars involved. I swear she'd ride a golden palomino if she had her druthers. *facepalms*
Buckwheat is my friend, my sister, and I know she'd ride that golden palomino if it came to that. The world is an extremely weird place.
T-15 until I go back to Cali. Buckwheat and I have plans for this Friday; we've both gotta work. I'm introducing Buckwheat to my other friend Katie who is about like I am.
Posa and Buckwheat: for the win. She'll have to ride the pony, though. I'm not down with the rodeo.
Buckwheat.