FaerieInCombatBoots
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Some of you may not know, but Pixiel is my best friend. She has been my best friend for years. It hasn't always been an easy road for the two of us, but I can't imagine my life without her. I don't know why I'm writing about this. I expect this blog to be trolled due to it's sentiment and tenderness. But I want to tell you how I met Pix, and why she's my best friend.
I met the girl you know as Pixiel in fall of 2005, right after I moved to Bellows Falls. She was standing in the 'hallway' of our wall-less high school, wearing a Monty Python shirt. I told her how much I liked it, I had no idea that she would soon become one of the most important people in my life.
We cemented our friendship in the nurse's office. It was shortly before Halloween, she was lying in the squeaky vinyl bed, and I was sitting in a squeaky vinyl chair. We were talking, and I invited her to join me on Halloween night. From then on, we were partners in crime.
As time passed, she became my very best friend. We had sleepovers, went on trips together, told each other our deepest darkest secrets. She was the first person who wasn't family or a therapist to open the closet door, and pull out my musty skeletons.
Not to say it's always been a bowl of Cherry Garcia. We've had bad fights. We've gone months without talking to each other. And each time, when I've been certain that we would never ever be friends again, that I'd lost one of the best, and most meaningful friendships I've ever had, there she is, at my doorstep, ready to give me a hug and a grope. She's always forgiven me no matter what stupid shit I've said or done, and I've always forgiven her.
There's no particular reason Pix and I are so close. I suppose it's because our similarities are well-matched, and our differences complement each other. When we get along, we're an unstoppable force of love and loyalty. When we're mad at each other, it's like watching two hobos fight over a ham sandwich.
Pix is a good friend to have around when you're depressed, or when you've had something awful happen to you. She's a good friend to go to the fair with, to spend Halloween with. I can have fun with her, but she can also keep my feet on the ground when I start to drift out into space. She's going to be honest with me. She makes me laugh when I'm sad, and she's one of the few people in the world I can utterly be myself with. I love her to death, and I'm pretty sure she loves me to the same magnitude.
I've had best friends before, and you can have multiple best friends. But you can only ever have one Pixiel. Unless I clone her. Yeah, I could probably clone her. I think I'm gonna clone her. Make an army of Pixiel's. Yeah, that would be freaking sweet.
I met the girl you know as Pixiel in fall of 2005, right after I moved to Bellows Falls. She was standing in the 'hallway' of our wall-less high school, wearing a Monty Python shirt. I told her how much I liked it, I had no idea that she would soon become one of the most important people in my life.
We cemented our friendship in the nurse's office. It was shortly before Halloween, she was lying in the squeaky vinyl bed, and I was sitting in a squeaky vinyl chair. We were talking, and I invited her to join me on Halloween night. From then on, we were partners in crime.
As time passed, she became my very best friend. We had sleepovers, went on trips together, told each other our deepest darkest secrets. She was the first person who wasn't family or a therapist to open the closet door, and pull out my musty skeletons.
Not to say it's always been a bowl of Cherry Garcia. We've had bad fights. We've gone months without talking to each other. And each time, when I've been certain that we would never ever be friends again, that I'd lost one of the best, and most meaningful friendships I've ever had, there she is, at my doorstep, ready to give me a hug and a grope. She's always forgiven me no matter what stupid shit I've said or done, and I've always forgiven her.
There's no particular reason Pix and I are so close. I suppose it's because our similarities are well-matched, and our differences complement each other. When we get along, we're an unstoppable force of love and loyalty. When we're mad at each other, it's like watching two hobos fight over a ham sandwich.
Pix is a good friend to have around when you're depressed, or when you've had something awful happen to you. She's a good friend to go to the fair with, to spend Halloween with. I can have fun with her, but she can also keep my feet on the ground when I start to drift out into space. She's going to be honest with me. She makes me laugh when I'm sad, and she's one of the few people in the world I can utterly be myself with. I love her to death, and I'm pretty sure she loves me to the same magnitude.
I've had best friends before, and you can have multiple best friends. But you can only ever have one Pixiel. Unless I clone her. Yeah, I could probably clone her. I think I'm gonna clone her. Make an army of Pixiel's. Yeah, that would be freaking sweet.
