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She looks at me over her favorite burger in our favorite bar and I see the same pain reflected in her blue eyes; I sense the intensity.
"Really though, why does life fuck us so hard?" She answers herself with a swig of beer.
Her mouth contorts into something like a smile. “Let’s get real fucked up. Let’s get ‘vacuuming at 2am will definitely impress the neighbors’ drunk.”
I cock half a smile at her, remembering the crazy lady pounding on my door. “Let’s get ‘beat a sober kid at MarioKart and make him cry in front of all his friends’ drunk.”
She actually grins and comes back with “Let’s get kicked out of Crank’s Coney Island at 4am but not before they serve you on your very own chili dog plate and bring you a to-go box.”
I nearly spit my beer out remembering my ridiculousness. “Emma always loved me, what can I say? I miss Emma.”
"I miss us, and then."
Sometimes it’s enough to just intoxicate ourselves with memories.
Happy Birthday Bestest.
if you haven’t relocated to bigger better things by July 30th….
I’m coming for you.
(hide yo kids, hide yo wife, hide yo husband because I’m coming after you.., so you can run and tell that HOME GIRL)
One time I “met” someone in the twc community but despite never showing his face to me via Skype or any form of social media his reaction to me was I was “heavier than expected”. I feel like I didn’t relate with the #YesAllWomen movement until I remembered that little incident that further isolated me from this community that used to give me such comfort, belonging, & joy.
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