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If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind. ...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time. .............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.



























Blind Eyes Closed
 
Saturday, January 31, 2009
in it to win it...  
Top 10 Reasons Why I Love Nora (in no particular order)
by Angela Blair

* We formed a fast and faithful friendship on a message board. It was just a matter of months before we were fake married and divorced on the board. We are bff.
* For years she patiently listened to me complain during my “never getting laid/lonely” phase. She stuck by me in my “obnoxious, obsessed with my uninterested coworker” phase. And she even still loves me during my "currently getting laid and telling her all the details” phase (my personal favorite).
* She flew all the way from Chicago to NYC to hang with me for 2 days…she’s doing it again this Spring, except this time she’s coming to Charlottesville.
* She doesn’t complain when I live vicariously through her Jewishness.
* She kept the chocolate dreidel I gave her for almost a full year.
* She buys the BEST Christmas presents.
* She has no hesitation about wanting to get in my pants and fully admits that she is this guy.
* She loves Hedwig and the Angry Inch just as much as I do.
* If I were ever on the run from the law and needed someplace to hide out, She’d have a place for me no questions asked. Well, probably a few questions asked.
* She just sent me this text message: “Also, this thong is riding up my ass in many many ways”.

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8:12 PM 5 comments

5 Comments:

LOLLLLLLL! I <3 you.

p.s.- Bonus reason why I love you (one of many): I Got A Man/Karaoke Wedding. w00t!!

By Blogger Angie, at 2/01/2009 3:43 AM  

i love you both a lot. oh and hedwig.

By Blogger nicole., at 2/01/2009 4:20 AM  

just for saying that, nicole is now my maid of honor!

By Blogger Nor, at 2/01/2009 10:30 AM  

wait, also, it's going to look super weird that there's only one post in 7 years of my blog which has a tag.

By Blogger Nor, at 2/01/2009 10:31 AM  

HAHA, well, you have two options: remove it or go back and tag your entire archive. Or I can, since I now know your password. WOOOoooOOOOO!!!

jkjkjk

I have to tell you: I was on edge all night long. I feared that something would happen and my post would erase itself and you'd lose the competition on my watch. I kept the window open all night and even contemplated taking a screenshot of it as proof for the blog-competition gods. *sigh*

By Blogger Angie, at 2/01/2009 2:00 PM  

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