If you don't already know who Kimberly is, then you should be ashamed of yourself! What kind of TwerpsWorld reader are you? Allow me to jog your memory:
- Kimberly likes to post as Anonymous.
- She over-elipses, like this: "Huh??......."
- And over-punctuates, like this: "Sex!!!?!?!??!!!"
- Additionally, she does not believe in commas.
- Usually anything she posts has some sort of sexual bent to it.
To recap: Yes, I hated her when I met her, mostly because I was a big dork and she just didn't seem to take anything seriously. However, we bonded when I was playing a raucous round of Solitaire on her roommate's computer and, in a state of complete heartsick frustration, she poured her heart out about having a crush on the same boy her roommate was crushing on. The rest, as they say, is a fantastic, sometimes drug-fueled, sometimes drunk, sometimes difficult, sometimes sad, but always hopeful and most times honest journey.
In short, we have had our ups and our downs, as all true friendships have, but I wouldn't have it any other way. We are different and the same in so many ways. People sometimes mistake us for sisters, and I always take it as a compliment.
Thank you, Kimberly, for always believing that I could do things even I never believed, for sincerely believing in any "talent" as a writer I might have, for teaching me how to be comfortable with myself, for dragging me, kicking and screaming into the life that was happening around me, for talking about pot and anal sex with my mom, for taking me on a Fantastic Voyage through Europe and ushering me into my new life in NYC, for leaving with me, for moving on with me, for being one of the few people not surprised by what I've managed to accomplish, and for all your awesome clothes.
I love you, girl!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
2 comments:
I love you too...I can't wait to see your skinny ass..and yes, i
m drunk ;) shocker!
If you WEREN'T drunk, I would have been just as disappointed in you as you were with my rendition of Happy Birthday.
Girl. When I'm at work, I just can't bust pipes. Someone could get hurt. I'll sing it for you when I see you!
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