If I can’t be on that Backstreet Boys Cruise this weekend, then I better fucking win all my fantasy football leagues this week.
I swear, some of these older “professionals” at my work are fucking assholes.
It is officially Fuck-this-shit Friday. My inbox is full of my co-workers sending each other pictures of robotic horses.
"When I am gone, release me, let me go I have so many things to see and do. You mustn’t tie yourselves to me with tears, just be happy that we have had some years. I gave you my love, you can only guess how much you gave to me in happiness. I thank you for the love you each have shown, but now it’s time I traveled on alone. Do grieve a while for me if you must then let your grief be comforted by trust. It’s only for awhile that we must part, so keep our memories within your hearts. I won’t be far away, for life goes on, so if you need me call and I will come. Though you can’t see or touch me I’ll be near, and if you listen with your heart you will hear, all my love around so soft and dear. And then when you must come this way alone, I’ll greet you with a smile and say welcome home."
See you on the other side, Bud. This weekend was a roller coaster of emotions but I’m glad we were able to finally say a proper good-bye to you, and I’m glad that Alpha Zeta was able to do it together. We will forever be incomplete without you but you will live in our hearts, and in our souls, forever. The love we feel, you will feel; the success we achieve, you will also achieve.
Thank you for teaching me the importance of forgiveness and showing me the strength of unconditional love. Thank you for the late night talks as we stood by our bedroom doors, the never-ending supply of ramen, the bathroom-for-dishes deal, the endless rides to anywhere and everywhere, the clothes that somehow fit me even though you were 8 inches taller. For all the memories that we had, the words that were exchanged, good and even the bad, I will remember forever because those were the moments that shaped our friendship, it is what made us who we are.
I love you, Buddy. Continue to party hard and dance like nobody’s watching.
This is what happens when I can’t sleep, my boyfriend is out of town, and there’s only baseball and the Women’s World Cup to follow on ESPN.
I fan-girl like a mother fucker over the Backstreet Boys and become 13 all over again.