Baby, You're Gone

If my friends don't come back to me, I'm going to cease to exist. (this is the post where I use theasaurus.com for everyday words.)

My 2 best friends: Amy & Holly decided to defy God and all that is holy to move away from Charleston (not that Amy ever truly lived here, but it works with the story). So my best girl friends are what I'd like to call completely awol from my life (as it pertains on a daily basis). Sure, we have a text/email/facebook/gchat relationship (which is quite effective btw), but when I want to hang out or have a mere defecating myself accident at Tsunami surrounded by guys and a gay and really need someone to walk next door to the Pavillion Hotel because it has private bathrooms with me, they aren't there. They aren't physically here. Which hurts my heart. How is my unborn child going to play with their asian babies (minus Holly, unless she adopts and/or finds a guy she can stand or is tall enough and also happens to be asian, which less face it, ain't gonna happen)?

So I propose to move and/or abduct them from their current residents and bring them to be with me. muuuuhhahahahhahaa.








watch out.