A girl needs a bestie. Someone who thinks you're all that, who will celebrate your brilliance and call you on your shit. Someone to laugh with, to confide in, to ridicule the fashion mistakes of others with. In short, someone with whom (notice my correct English!) to share life's ups and downs and help burn down the Quik Mart on a slow Wednesday night.
I have just such a friend. She is snarky, she curses, she makes fun of poorly written fiction. She is also one funny lady, a warm heart, and a true original. She is Mama Zen, my best friend, and today a birthday girl as well!
Happy birthday, Favorite. May it be the best one ever.
ur scribbly friend,