Ok….since my status is freaking people out (6 messages and 2 or 3 comments…)
Confused – There’s ALOT of crap in boxes, and I have no where to put it……yes, I am finally moved into Todd’s house. Also confused, and I guess betrayed isn’t the BEST word, but well, I just feel like I’ve lost a few of my good friends that I wish I could see more. And I hate that just because I’m now known as the ToJo, I can’t possibly EVER do anything without Todd, so therefore, no reason to invite me. The few that live in OKC, I don’t see as much as we could, and the rest are elsewhere….. Things with me and Todd are great, and I am very lucky to have his friends and family embrace me and welcome me into their lives the way they have, and I wouldn’t change that for the world, but ya know, sometimes I just need “my” girls?
My girls who UNDERSTAND: JJiSMiK, The Thunderchicken, Greeny, and Zoe Zoom Zoom… Tiny Chapel, Thompsons Bay, muddin’, backroadin’ roadies, Strip Critter, Drenga, (and the importance of wearing 9 scarves) Tenbuck, The Starlight Satellite, dancing on countertops, coffee tables, and anything in between, learning the hardcore lesson of having a party and posting it on Facebook, QUAIL QUAIL, I can kick, cause I’m FITTY!, The water is wet, beneath my feet! Smirnoff and Beer, Painting Matt Bloom’s head with silver nail polish, right after he shaved his head, and thanking God we didn’t kill him…..(I just ran across those pictures….) Lake Murray Golf Course…..that’s all. Napolean Dynamite parties, and we were the only ones with enough balls to dress up. Interpretive dancing, 2 hours of photo sessions, on the mailbox, in the driveway, on the tailgate, The Girls of Concord Place and the People who Love Them. Random Water Balloon fights, The Tri Chi House Barbie and her Pink Hummer Tuesday Nights at BWW after OTH, and shitty Wednesday morning classes. The most outrageous MAC combos you can wrap a brush around, That’s how we row, OKKKKKKK (of course I’m not putting this on MySpace….), JoRaye fuckin’ left me in Oklahoma City!!!!, fist pumpin’ like some damn guido-ettes in Skyy Bar, out the sunroof of Zoe, and randomly, in Tenbuck. I’m a Little Teapot, Pink little panty palace (and boyshorts too!) Stealing your roommate’s convertible…. Hot Cock! Puking along I-35…. Bustiers….sexy means not breathing….or bending. etc, etc, on and on and on and on. Did it all end with “I’m NOT going to some bar called the Porthole!” ? I hope not. I just miss it.
I think I keep blogging about this, because I remember saying I miss the randomness. The I don’t give a damn about who’s watching, who I have to go home to, what time I have to be home, what will he think about me, what if she’s talking to him, just the cares of this everyday world that now surround me and my friends. It’s killed the spontaneity, the carelessness, it’s forced us to grow up, get real jobs, get married, have babies, and start our own families. I know this isn’t goodbye, but it feels like a long road to another life, a life I am excited, nervous, happy, and can’t wait for, but again, why does it come at a price? Why can’t it be the summer of 2001 forever? Or even 2002? (I’d like to skip years 2003, 2004, and the first part of 2005, thank you.) Why can’t it be summer forever? Why can’t it just be friends forever? OK….I’m done bitching. I still love you all, let me wallow in my mud pit of sadness! As you know, I have exactly 368 days to plan a wedding, cause I’m getting married! Mwahaha. I hear good news travels FAST bitch.