surprise, surprise

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Originally uploaded by paisley s.

so the first time I met jen I thought that she was soooo too cool for school. or too cool for me. there wasn't much of a difference at the time. she worked at read cafe. she had wide gauage hoops in her ears and a checkered past I'd heard about third hand at least 30 times. and--little did I know at the time--we had all the same friends. had I known, maybe I wouldn't have been so shy.

but then a second chance in LA! I think it was the night before the bbq at andy's that I realized she was the light of my life. she rocked up at 2:30 with a security t-shirt saying she was all sweaty and needed to change. and have a shot of jameson.

suddenly something clicked. I realized that any girl who could wear a t-shirt securing her hot breasteses, sweaty from keeping over-enthusiastic hipsters in line, with such ease was obviously a kindred spirit.

and I was right! there's no one I'd rather spend an evening (or $50) with. I'm obsessed with her intellect, but I can't stop staring at her boobs. and, though we fought once, we'll never do it again.

who would have thunk that in LA, the most vapid of cities, I would find girls who'd become the most loyal, trustworthy, happiness imparting people ever to be in my life? not me. so laura, jen, jesse, and christen--I curtsey to you.

xo,
wylab