Recently, I have been reunited with my closest, dearest friends. This was such a powerfully nostalgic moment of "the old days" that I decided to dedicate an entire post to it (I'm sweet I know), plus all my other friends have done it. I can't handle peer pressure. So, all of my friends decided to gather at my angel's house for Spring Break. At first I was a little nervous: Would we still have the same chemistry? Would I still seem funny? Have I changed? But as soon as we were all in that room together I realized we were the same sexually-confused kids we've always been. I realize now that no matter how far you live away, what school you go to, or whether you have a beard makes no difference. We all love one another. That's how it is, and that's how it will remain. I look at these people, and I don't see people i have to be cool for. It's just my family. We just lie on top of each other (see what I mean by sexually confused), tell stories, play some music, and of course watch the classic The Rocky Horror Picture Show. What reunion is complete without a group of teens strutting around screaming that they're sweet transvestites? God, life without them is just too lonely. I love them, and they love me. My biological family is always judging or screaming, but not this family. They are there for me. I trust them. I actually feel like they're my real family; as far as I'm concerned they are. We all my be weird or scary or sexually backward, but we have one another. No one really gives a crap if you like to kiss boys or girls you're still family. When we're all together everything is so smooth, never awkward. that's how friendship should be. Most people don't have this; I consider myself very lucky. I love you guys; you are not getting out of my life ever.
Was that beard comment about me. lol
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