This is a repost since I disabled my former blog.
We were each other’s alter ego. Where you would find one, you would find the other. I would tell her all about my situationships and how I was feeling a certain way. I wasn’t embarrassed to tell her anything because she got me. She understood me. She never made me feel stupid even when I was doing very foolish things. We were inseparable… until she got married.
God, I miss that. Shenanigans all the time. Soju. Patron. Johnny Walker Black. Going to the boat. Strip clubs. Maxwell’s. Pizza puffs. Fogo. 여우사이. EDC. Fantasy Fest. Riding on the back of rice rockets/cars. Being broke AF.
I don’t think I laughed so much in my life. I was carefree and wild. Zero fucks were given. My roommate and I would go for days without taking a shower (not even using dry shampoo) and my hair would get so fucking greasy that you could crack an egg and fry an egg on it. She never judged me and accepted me for who I was but my other friends were thoroughly disgusted with my nasty hygiene. Yeah, it was pretty rank, not gonna lie.
로지 보지, that’s the nickname my Chicago friends gave me. IYKYK.
But I guess all good things come to an end and we have to grow up… or do we?
I hope I can see them all again soon, it’s been too long…le sigh.
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