Sunday, November 21, 2010


For any of you who may be growing tired of reading birthday posts about people you don't know, I have three suggestions:

1. Make friends with my friends, because they are all awesome. 

2. Worm your way into my inner circle so you too can have a birthday post. 

3. Get get get get get over it, because...


No, that is not a professional supermodel; that's my cuppycake! That's right! I'm friends with her and she likes me too! She has even consented to be seen with me in public on several occasions!!! I'm the luckiest.

Let's take a little stroll down memory lane as I recount the story of our friendship.

November 2008: We meet at work. I think she's real pretty and automatically assume she's too cool to talk to me ever. This continues for approximately six months, until...

June 2009: A position opens up in Samantha's department, and she encourages me to apply for it! I secretly wonder if she's participating in some elaborate, long term Boy Meets World style nerd party. Whoever brings in the least competent applicant gets a raise!

Later that June: I discover I was wrong. That or she won and no one ever let me in on the joke. Either way, I got the job.

December 2009: I got very sick with scarlet fever, and she stayed by my side. She took good care of me. For the first time I appreciated her. Then the appreciation grew to respect...respect grew to like...then like grew to love; a deeper love than I could ever hope for.*

January 2010 to Present: Our love is like the Sword of Godric Gryffindor; it only imbibes that which makes it stronger. But instead of basilisk venom, our love has been impregnated with bad tv and pictures of fat babies in costumes.
You put up with my crap all day long. You have big eye teeth, and you know how I feel about that.** You give the best autism hugs. You make me wish I was more Mexican***, and I can't even explain why. This is a weird compliment, but you describe food really well. Sometimes I think I gain weight just listening to you talk. You are probably going to become a famous photographer someday and leave me crying alone in the dust, but until that day comes, I will forever remain your faithful honeybunch, sugarplum, pumpy-umpy-umpkin. 

*This didn't really's a quote from a Jennifer Lopez movie. That's how you know it's good.

**If you don't know how I feel about that...I love big eye teeth.

***That is, more than...none...Mexican.


Anonymous said...

you're such a great friend emily!!! one day, i hope to meet the 2 of you!

Anonymous said...

You honor me with your friendship and blog post, I miss you like the deserts miss the rain. Return to me soon so I can autism hug the crap out of you for being so nice to me.