Sisterhood isn't all that it's cracked up to be.
I'm sorry if I'm such an unforgiving bitch sometimes, but that's just my nature. I usually get over it, and I don't hold grudges for very long, but 99.99999% of the time I will never change my opinion about you.
This is one of those times.
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I met the man my Cheffy most loves in the world. We hung out in this pool hall and drank a few beers (I mostly had h2o). Chef's Homie really is a pretty cool damn dude. I now love him, maybe not as much as Cheffy loves him, but probably nearly as much.
Why?
Because I can tell he loves my sweetie too. That he wants only the best for him. That he cares about him and his welfare and wants him to succeed.
He loves him in the same way that I do. And Chef is "my" Chef when he's around Homie. He shows his true self and is vunerable and sweet and ridiculously funny. Homie is the personification of a true blue friend. True friends want you to be the best person that you can be. They'd do anything for you and your enemies are their enemies. I swear if Chef cut his finger, Homie would be bleeding too.
Can you say separated at birth?
They've been through hell and back and have seen some of the best times of their lives together. Scarily funny. Contageously funny. And achingly endearing. I love them together. Someone needs to document this relationship. It would make a fantastic movie.
I now know just why my Chef loves him so.
It is now 4am and I'm going to end up in the hospital if I don't get some sleep. Seriously. I'm getting worn out.
I have physical therapy at 8:30 also. If you are up early (like 7:30am CST) and are close enough to me to have my phone number, please give me a courtesy wake up call. I'm gonna need it.
I have refrained from posting about Zoe. Her half sister is in town and Zoe met her for the first time. Z's sis is 24. They are now joined at the hip. And Zoe didn't want to come home. So she's been there for almost a week, hanging out, swimming, going to the mall, catching up on her sleep. Her dad told me that she's like gangbusters. She ate four hot dogs after swimming the other day. This equally repulses me and overjoys me at the same time.
And I miss her immensely. I can't even describe how empty it feels without her. It's throwing me off keel. And I feel like I have lost a part of my body. I dreamt last night about being pregnant with her again.
I cannot imagine my life without her. She truly is my heartbeat.
Now I'm going to bed. I can't see this fucking screen for the tears in my eyes.
God please bless my baby. And my Cheffie and his Homie. And all my lovely dear family and the few friends I have still.
And for once, share some with me.
Peace and Pinkness (in honor of Zoe) for everyone
Posted by debutaunt at July 9, 2004 04:15 AM | TrackBack