some people get it….some people don’t.
some friends stick…a lot of them won’t.
its just the way of the land…and how the cookie crumbles.
ms. moski..she gets it. she got it. she pushes me to understand it.
from blogs…to babysitting my little one.
from magazine cut outs (via email)…to future husbands (via email).
the first one at maliks birthday party, blowing up balloons…the last one to leave, helping me take them heffas down.
she was there, front row, FOR THE HELLA BOOTSY SHOWS! I even remember her bringing a NYTimes to one too!
from juice crew…to nails did.
tri-cyles outside of the miracles club…to 8 paged text messages on our Sidekicks.
SON! I even found an email that I sent you with pictures of my “ideal man”. People I now know…were in that email (meanwhile i’ve moved on to the EXACT opposite of that email)!!
the bins…to kitchen knifes being pulled out at Javier’s (i will never eat there again BTW!)
breakups to makeups and a little spinach dip! you’re my boo!
I freaking ADORE YOU!
thank you for being so AWESOME! i’m super thankful i have you apart of my life! thank you for being a LOVELY friend when I sucked as a friend!
may your year be filled with a tremendous amount of RAD THINGS!
come back to Portland so we can watch SATC, look at Vogue, and do coffee at heart (because you support my ambitious scouting like that)
Happy Birthday Trilla!
Rink & Roy!
-Rae & Malik!
p.s.
these pictures are from the golden days…i’m unsure if we have any golden days left in us.
