So I know this fucking babe. I mean, she's HOT. Like, just as smokin' as me.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank her for exposing me to the Hives and drawing me away from my high school boyfriend's music collection that consisted of the Used, and, of course, Punk Goes Acoustic.
Emily, I love you.
Emily, you are the shit.
Emily, we were almost groupies once and you cut my hair off as carefully instructed by Pavement.
Emily and I treat people as cultural experiments sometimes and we only sort of do it maliciously. We had a radio show together in high school. On this show, we fueled the myth that we were 'Lakefield's Lesbian Couple.' We were the radicals of our small 'Anglican' private school, and although now we've sold out and read Vogue more often than Adbusters, we hold in our hearts a strong love for one another, in addition to the knowledge that we are better than everyone (may they be younger or older) who hates us because we are beautiful.
Happy Birthday, Lil.
1 comment:
It's a wonderful thing when you know you've met your equal in charm, wit, and beauty.
Amen.
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