Last night my neighbor kid and I talked for a bit about all sorts of randomness, and just rambled about this and that. One of the questions that he asked me was "what is a friend to you", and for the past three or four years I have been trying to figure out who my real friends are. And I feel like I still am figuring this out, especially now that I'm venturing into this four month solitude period. I've heard all sorts of interesting things that have got my mind thinking. "I can wait four months", "I just want to get to know you", "I'm not hitting on you", "I don't want you to think of me aIs one of those stupid boys that are chaseing you", "I'm not a boy". Its been weird. I generally take people as they are and usually everyone starts off with a clean slate, but I'm realizing how little I actually listen to what people say. I take things too literal from people, with no hidden meanings, but the more I pay attention, the more I realize that not everything is straight forward.
I don't dig that. I am literal, and I try not to mess with anyone's noggin.
Anyways. What is a friend. I've been dwelling on this since last night, and cannot come up with a clean, singular solution. However, I know that I have a handful of real people in my life, that I know that right or wrong that they will be there for me and vise versa. I know that I've been having a weird disconnect with Aloha, but I'm realizing that there is a difference between friends and life friends. I like those life friends. Aloha, you few know who you few are. Portland,you know who you are without a doubt. I may not have the right words for it, but I'm pretty sure you can feel it.
Okay.
Speaking of friends, Thomas Kitty is moving in with me today! I just bought him some stuffs and am taking him to SW in a few hours. BOOSH <3
YO GABBA GABBA!
CaraMia
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