sugar and spice and everything nice

last night Nikki and i were reliving the greatest (and not so greatest but in the best way possible) moments of her birthday party this past weekend, and we came to the conclusion that we have the greatest friends in the whole fucking world. now i know that everyone says that, but honestly, when i sit back and think about all of the people i have in my life i feel incredibly blessed and sometimes take for granted that not everyone has such an amazing circle of friends.

* warning *
this post is about to get ridiculously saccharine-laced.

sometimes in life you meet someone, and almost instantly you know this person was meant to be a part of your life because...

... this person not afraid to dance with you at shows like no one is watching, and would drop anything and everything for you in a time of need.


... when you're having a bad day, this person tells you it's "your day" and there is no one else in the world who you'd rather have be the plug to your socket.


... no matter how crazy the world makes you feel, this person makes you feel sane and loved unconditionally.


... whether you're in the mood to stir up some trouble, or need to vent after a crappy day, this person is only a speed dial call away.


... you share the same quirks and seemingly small but ever important likes and dislikes with this person, and certain things just don't feel right when they're not around.


... you have so much ridiculous fun with this person, and you both agree there are multiple times where you should have easily been dead in result of said fun.


... this person never fails to put a smile on your face and make you feel like an incredible human being simply because they are an incredible human being.


... 23 years of friendship is still at the top of this person's "important things" list despite the fact that your lives have gone in completely opposite directions.


... every time you're with this person you feel like you're 17 again, dancing at Tiger Heat - and you wouldn't have it any other way.


... no matter how busy you both are, this person always puts forth time and effort to see you, and when you finally do see each other it feels like no time has passed at all.


... everyone needs a giant in their life.


... you want to put this person in a little glass jar on your shelf because they are so darned cute.


... no one in the world aside from this person understands the importance of a taco as big as your head.


... your shared love for 90's music alone easily makes this person one of the most awesome people on earth.


... this person feels like your best friend from 2nd grade who always traded you their granola bar for your fruit roll-up.


ok, i'm making myself sick. i could go on, and on, and on... but i doubt you're even still reading this so i'll spare us both. in short, i freaking love my friends.

surprise, surprise.

i stumbled across my old livejournal account yesterday and spent a good hour or so reading over nonsense ramblings from my 21 year old self... for the most part, it helped me realize that i have in fact "grown up" over the past few years (thank goodness), but there were a few posts like this one that solidified the fact that some things will just never change:

December 29, 2004

rain, rain go away...

...and don't come again another day because its so fucking cold right now i can barely stand up straight. but i suppose i shouldn't really be complaining, right? i mean after all, compared to what's happening in southeast asia, a little rain is nothing. wrong. a little rain turns the city into complete fucking morons. do you know what made "headline news" this morning? the la river.

some of you may be thinking "we have an la river?" the answer is yes, folks. the most recognizable part of la river is a man-made concrete ditch section created mostly for runoff and rainy seasons such as the one we're experiencing - drainage purposes and what not. 99% of the year when it's 77 degrees and sunny the la river is simply half full of dirty fucking water, heroin needles, and dead prostitutes. "well bob, take a look at a shot of the la river this morning... it's a bit full today, huh?" yes you fucking moron it just rained five inches yesterday alone. of course it's "a bit full today". boo freaking hoo, a fucking tree fell over. there was a EARTHQUAKE/TSUNAMI half way across the world that took the lives of tens of thousands of innocent people... remember that? leave it fucking southern california to give more news coverage to the la river.

i just love me... because today i would have written a similar rant about all of this Michael Jackson bullshit in the midst of a budget crisis. please don't start with the "Michael was the King of Pop...", "Michael was a legend..." nonsense because i danced to Billie Jean just as many times as you did after the news hit. yes, MJ was a great entertainer but in no way does he warrant closing the ENTIRE freeway from Forest Lawn to Staples Center while his funeral procession passes. what ever happened to a good old fashioned police escort? everyone bitched about spending money on a Lakers parade, but all of a sudden it's ok to break the bank for a man who once made great music and then turned into a child molesting freak who named both of his sons Prince Michael?

i know, i know... he was acquitted. so was OJ.

everything happens for a reason? umm... hell yes.

despite the fact we had just seen each other within a 12 hour time period, Dani and i were feeling a bit of separation anxiety this morning so we decided that dinner was in order. after a lovely meal at La Grange next to the girl from Californication and her real-life parents, we're walking back to my car and i realize i don't have my keys. yes, i am fully aware that my purse is over stuffed with useless nonsense, but i knew they weren't in there.

feeling slightly panicked i had locked them in my car, we run over and press our faces on the driver's and passenger's side windows, respectively, only to find that not only did i leave my fucking keys in the ignition, but Dani left her door unlocked. so she opened the door, unlocked mine, i turned the key without so much as flinching, and we laughed the whole way home.

Calgon, take me away.

i'm having one of those days. shit, i'm having one of those weeks. i have zero desire to do anything work related (hence a minimum of one Twitter update per hour, multiple Tumblr links, this mid-day blogging treat for you, etc.), and have an insatiable urge to spend every last penny that i don't have. eerily, i've just about convinced myself that it would be ok if i made the minimum payment on my Visa this month if it meant i was going to buy the Dolce Vita sandals i've had my eye on for a while. i have issues.

speaking of issues... my lovely co-worker Rachel decided it would be a good idea to send me a wonderful article about a bird in San Francisco that has decided to randomly attack people for no apparent reason as they walk down the street. just when i thought i couldn't possibly hate/fear birds any more than i did... thanks, Rach. you're the best!

but it could be worse. i could be this poor lady. the world is fucked up.

speaking of fucked up... i just bought the Dolce Vita sandals. i'm an idiot.

feeling all nostalgic, and shit.

thirty seconds ago i was reading a friend's blog, and all it made me realize is that i miss blogging. how lame is that? obviously it's not that lame because here you are reading this so clearly you miss me blogging, too. i mean, you just typed in this url knowing you were going to read 6+ month old posts. so who's the loser now, loser?

kidding. (kind of.)

so keep your eyes peeled. in the meantime, this can tide you over.