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Tuesday, May 18, 2004

My Best Friend

Oh, how I love The Handsome Prince. Here are some of the wonderful things he's said to me in the past few days:

At lunch yesterday...
"Did you bring those stupid pictures of your trip to Cleveland AGAIN?"

When I called him Saturday night...
"Why do you always call me?"

After I missed the turn to his street...
"You missed the street, you crack whore."

I guess I deserve this treatment. Sunday afternoon he said that there is nothing he can do to get rid of his hand tremors. I told him, "You could kill yourself."

Friendship is a treasure.

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