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I have the best friends in the world
Feb. 4th, 2005 01:13 pmThose of you out there who are thinking, "Hey - my friends rule. They are the best friends in the world." Well, you're wrong. Because my friends are the best in the world, and there's only one "best." So both of us can't have the best. Unless they're the same friends....but I digress.
Anyway, back to the point - good friends. I just got a call from Cool Boy (the chef one from a post a few weeks ago who cooked that amazing meal for us), and, after minutes of smartass banter, such as:
CB - "I heard you died."
Me - "Nope. Still alive and kicking. Come over. I'll kick you and you can see for yourself."
CB - "Damn. I was calling to get dibs on the apartment."
Me - "Sorry - no easy way out for you. You still have to plan my demise and make it look like an accident."
He then offered to make me soup to cure my sickness. Mind you, this is no ordinary soup out of a can. I see curried carrot soup in my future, or something equally as wonderful. The future is bright.
I called in to work today because I refuse to drive to Dallas feeling like this. There was a time when nothing, short of actual death or intense inebriation, could keep me from going to school and fulfilling my responsibilities. Of course, that was grad school. Well, no more. I'm staying home (or at Tammy and Michelle's, whatever) and doing laundry. I need to finish House of Leaves, too. I am running sadly behind on my 50 books this year challenge.
Anyway, back to the point - good friends. I just got a call from Cool Boy (the chef one from a post a few weeks ago who cooked that amazing meal for us), and, after minutes of smartass banter, such as:
CB - "I heard you died."
Me - "Nope. Still alive and kicking. Come over. I'll kick you and you can see for yourself."
CB - "Damn. I was calling to get dibs on the apartment."
Me - "Sorry - no easy way out for you. You still have to plan my demise and make it look like an accident."
He then offered to make me soup to cure my sickness. Mind you, this is no ordinary soup out of a can. I see curried carrot soup in my future, or something equally as wonderful. The future is bright.
I called in to work today because I refuse to drive to Dallas feeling like this. There was a time when nothing, short of actual death or intense inebriation, could keep me from going to school and fulfilling my responsibilities. Of course, that was grad school. Well, no more. I'm staying home (or at Tammy and Michelle's, whatever) and doing laundry. I need to finish House of Leaves, too. I am running sadly behind on my 50 books this year challenge.
