everyone says you marry your best friend. isn't that irritatingly clique? as it turns out, i did just that. and i'm so grateful i did because mr. k is stuck with me. even though i steal the covers and sips from his drink when he's not looking, he's lawfully obligated to put up with my shenanigans. in return i endure his snoring.
in my perfect world, every one i love would be around me always and forever. no best friends would be living in "dumb old" new mexico or be moving across the country to virginia. no! if i had a magic lamp i would ask the genie to enact a best friend law that makes it illegal to move outside of a 50-mile radius of your besties.
instead i have to put my big-girl pants on and deal with it. being a grown-up really sucks sometimes.
my beautiful, kind, wonderful alihandra is leaving me and i am knee-deep in denial. i can't even bring myself to make her christmas gift because that makes it real. that means i have to say goodbye. it's been a hell of a 6 years. i love you to the moon and back.
i don't like losing my besties to other states. for the record, new mexico and virginia are dumb. i feel like my heart will be broken across 3 states...
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