Cloudya

To the person who wrote a very nice thing and included me:

You know that time?  When I met you in person and we started talking and it was like picking up a conversation we’d left off right in the middle except there was no such conversation because we’d never met before?  And HOW MUCH WE LAUGHED?!?  Because everything out of our mouths was an inside joke out of some parallel universe like “smelling chicken”?

Yes. That.

That never happens to me. You are dear to my heart, you!

I know being my friend is no walk in the park. (Unless you’re talking about a dog park because yeah, I can be a bitch.) So thank you. thank you for your friendship and for your post.