Post by michele cryer on Dec 23, 2004 16:47:39 GMT
Dear Weed:
Year in and year out, you're a dear friend to me. From the first day we met, you've always been there for me, through thick and thin, and I want to thank you. You came along just as Alcohol and I were hitting a rocky patch, and let me just say, you've really helped turn things around for me. I do have a few things I'd like to ask about, though.
1) Why do you make me forgetful? I swear, my buddies and I will be sitting around shooting the breeze, when in mid-conversation you'll grab hold of our collective brains and cause an instant communication break down. Sometimes we can't remember what we were talking about two minutes ago. What's up with that?
2) You make my eyes red. Any time you and I hang out, Weed, I always walk away with pink scleras. Why do you need to do this to me? Are you marking your territory? Or do you just want everyone to know we've been hanging out? All I'm saying is, one bottle of Visine is like $7 or something. Damn.
3) You make me hungry. For food. Under any and all cricumstances. I might have just finished a 5-course meal, but spend an hour with you and somehow I can actually make myself feel hungry again. What is up with that? And how does everything taste so goddamn good when you're around? You sure are weird, Weed.
4) You stink! I mean, I think you smell great, but it's impossible to have you around even for a few minutes without my apartment smelling like a concert venue. I'm not sure that's why my landlord has in mind for this space. Again, are you just marking your territory here?
5) Man, you give me some weird kind of self-confidence. Not the kind that Alcohol gives you... I'm talking about, we're just sitting aroud, chillin', and EVERY STUPID THING that crosses my mind sounds like the most interesting and captivating thought ever. So I start up talking about it, with all sorts of enthusiasm, and everyone in the room is looking at each other like, "Chris is talkin' high again"... Man, that's a downer.
But really Weed, despite a few things I can't wrap my head around, I love having you around. I'm almost always in a great mood when we're together, whether we're going to a concert or just sitting around playing music in the living room, and when you're gone, I'm always thinking about coming to pick you up again.
Chris
Year in and year out, you're a dear friend to me. From the first day we met, you've always been there for me, through thick and thin, and I want to thank you. You came along just as Alcohol and I were hitting a rocky patch, and let me just say, you've really helped turn things around for me. I do have a few things I'd like to ask about, though.
1) Why do you make me forgetful? I swear, my buddies and I will be sitting around shooting the breeze, when in mid-conversation you'll grab hold of our collective brains and cause an instant communication break down. Sometimes we can't remember what we were talking about two minutes ago. What's up with that?
2) You make my eyes red. Any time you and I hang out, Weed, I always walk away with pink scleras. Why do you need to do this to me? Are you marking your territory? Or do you just want everyone to know we've been hanging out? All I'm saying is, one bottle of Visine is like $7 or something. Damn.
3) You make me hungry. For food. Under any and all cricumstances. I might have just finished a 5-course meal, but spend an hour with you and somehow I can actually make myself feel hungry again. What is up with that? And how does everything taste so goddamn good when you're around? You sure are weird, Weed.
4) You stink! I mean, I think you smell great, but it's impossible to have you around even for a few minutes without my apartment smelling like a concert venue. I'm not sure that's why my landlord has in mind for this space. Again, are you just marking your territory here?
5) Man, you give me some weird kind of self-confidence. Not the kind that Alcohol gives you... I'm talking about, we're just sitting aroud, chillin', and EVERY STUPID THING that crosses my mind sounds like the most interesting and captivating thought ever. So I start up talking about it, with all sorts of enthusiasm, and everyone in the room is looking at each other like, "Chris is talkin' high again"... Man, that's a downer.
But really Weed, despite a few things I can't wrap my head around, I love having you around. I'm almost always in a great mood when we're together, whether we're going to a concert or just sitting around playing music in the living room, and when you're gone, I'm always thinking about coming to pick you up again.
Chris