if you know anything about me, you know i keep good company. one of the people very near and dear to my heart is my BAKERies… she’s the kind of girl you wanna throw bricks at because she’s so goddamn beautiful. she’s the kind of girl you can’t hate because she’s so fucking hilarious, and she’s the kind of girl you’d go to hell and back for… or hawaii about 27 times.
i’m a big, sappy, ball of love today and thinking about her impending move has me all choked up. over the last 8 years, she’s been nothing short of an amazing friend. and altho SF has grown too small for her big dreams, home is where the heart is.
lets take a trip down memory lane… back when neither of us wore makeup and your ass couldn’t drive. when we DROVE our asses to vegas and counted down to 2002 on the strip. when i’d scream ur name at ur many competitions as you took first and then overall– you’re still the best dancer i’ve ever seen. when we had convos about rabbits and pek pek holes over the last supper at cha cha cha. when you almost drowned me parasailing and i almost saved your life snorkeling. when i went to hawaii with you.. and when we went again… and again… and again. when we planned our birthdays on that damn partybus and you spilled your shot in my shoe. (it’s ok, i forgive you.) and all our endless conversations about life, love, and everything in between..
save a spot on ur new couch for me cuz i’m comin’ more often than not. remember, igotchu.
I fucking love you, Baker. major.