Sunday, June 8, 2008
Don't let the shitty craftsmanship of this sentiment cheapen its value. I SUCK at paint.net! I adore you, and your flippy hair, your shiny clogs, your refusal to take home a cupcake. I love your red glasses, your cheerful 'hey lady' greetings online, and even your uncombed, combat boot-wearing children. I love your enthusiasm, your creativity, and your honesty, but in the reverse order, and I love you loading seventy five bags of reject clothing into your van and whisking them away, and out of our lives forever.
I love your flare for decorating, and your, how shall we say, over-attachment to everything (we are twins in this way so I can be honest). I love that you're nice, without being fake or boring, and I love that you read my blog. Your heart is good, and this is indisputable.
But most of all, I love the indelible image of you dancing alone on that chair, oblivious to the world.
Like I said: