[Letter a day] Day 1 - Your best friend
Foreman,
You know, I still have no clue how in the hell you came to be my best friend, but it looks like we're just gonna have to suck it up and deal with it. But don't worry, I know you'll still vehemently deny it whenever we're in public, just like that hot night of drunken and promiscious man se- oops, sorry. Wrong memory.
Anyway, just gotta thank you for being a mate, mate. You might technically hate me deep down, but admit it, you really love me. I mean, you don't cover a murder for just anyone, right? If you do, can you let me know because than I think I seriously need to rethink this best mate thing. Everytime you see me, your heart just skips a beat, right?
And just for the record? You could have made a little more with the talking me out of marrying Cameron thing. Out of everything you had to start supporting me with, why did it have to be this? I don't like being a thirty-something divorcee. Why didn't you encourage me to turn gay or become a Mormon or even turn Jedi? It would have stopped me ending up with this wayward grey pube that is the bane of my existence.
So yeah. BFFs, dude. Just no accidental peeking at the urinal, alright?
You stink.
- Chase
You know, I still have no clue how in the hell you came to be my best friend, but it looks like we're just gonna have to suck it up and deal with it. But don't worry, I know you'll still vehemently deny it whenever we're in public, just like that hot night of drunken and promiscious man se- oops, sorry. Wrong memory.
Anyway, just gotta thank you for being a mate, mate. You might technically hate me deep down, but admit it, you really love me. I mean, you don't cover a murder for just anyone, right? If you do, can you let me know because than I think I seriously need to rethink this best mate thing. Everytime you see me, your heart just skips a beat, right?
And just for the record? You could have made a little more with the talking me out of marrying Cameron thing. Out of everything you had to start supporting me with, why did it have to be this? I don't like being a thirty-something divorcee. Why didn't you encourage me to turn gay or become a Mormon or even turn Jedi? It would have stopped me ending up with this wayward grey pube that is the bane of my existence.
So yeah. BFFs, dude. Just no accidental peeking at the urinal, alright?
You stink.
- Chase