thank you.

ivy, i love you to death. you do your own mother fucking thing. always. and you don't give two fucks about what people think about you. i wish i was brave like you!

and i never thought in my wildest dreams i would say that. but let's face it girl we have both changed so much. i just wish we could have talked like this when we still lived together.

i really can't say it enough: I LOVE BIGGER NOW! i'm so in love your with flaws. and that is what love is all about. you're a nutjob, seriously. ivoire, you make my days filled with laughter. and you remind me that it's about personal happiness.

you are so beautiful. i'm so happy that you've gotten your shit together. so happy that you are making yourself happy. i am too. and i'm glad we're doing it together.

talking with you makes me happy. my stress over silly things quiets when i get to vent to you. there is always method behind your madness. sometimes your logic surprises me, but i always seem to agree in the end.

stay crazy, girl.

oh man, this night just got so much better. like 300 times better. i just want to write how much better i feel but i can't put it into words. bleeehhhhhh. i wish i could be a bit more eloquent right now.

ivoire, i wish you were right next to me and we were smoking a honey dutchie. and it would get too small to hold and we would put it in the JAR. and then the boys from 401 would walk in and light something on fire. and logan would be wearing his pink briefs. bahaha! and you would tell him how much of an annoying scenester he is and we would laugh! such good times. i miss you. and i'm coming to the city. mad soon, girl i promise.