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I don't have just one:
I have a group of female friends who are all either social workers or nonprofit workers. We all chose to go into low-paying emotionally damaging work to make the world a better place. Each one is inspiring in their chosen field and just a joy to be around. They are foul-mouthed, afraid of children (even the moms), the seriously dark sense of humor that comes from seeing the worst of humanity and a healthy love of all things pop culture. We are the femilitia and proud of it. Now shut up and get me a dirty martini so we can talk about that hot cop that helped so and so with that protective order.

My BFF and I have been friends for 16 years. We are pretty much joined at the hip. We finish each others sentences, and she shares my love of laughing at the misfortunes of others. And coffee.

The best thing about us though, is that it doesn't matter where we are in our lives, we always grow together and not apart. She's the only sibling I'll ever have or want, and I adore her.

I have several awesome ladies:

My mom (the original awesome). Seriously, this woman is just weirdness personified. But it all stems from the fact that she's not going to believe anybody when they tell her what to think. My mom follows the rules until she decides they're fucking stupid and pointless and then makes up her own (which are always better).

My girlfriend. She sings like a Muppet. She makes animal noises. She can always cheer me up. And we share this twisted, odd sense of humor. Every night when we go to bed we stay up later than we should because we're babbling at each other like it's a damn sleepover. We enjoy each other's company that much.

My friend Heather. I adore her so much. When we first met, we instantly clicked. We always have something to talk about and she is the one person that can completely change the way I speak after 15 minutes of exposure to her.

My mom is my favorite chick. In a country that is fiercely patriarchal, my mom managed to complete medical school at the top of her class and become one of the first female university professors in the country. She participated in anti-war protests in the 70s. She was the first female representative in LATIN AMERICA for the Panamerican Health Organization. She's now the Dean of Academic Affairs at the National University here and kicking all kinds of ass. She's met Fidel Castro and helped draft massive health reforms in Venezuela (she also met Hugo Chavez back when he wasn't insane) and has helped reform the University system here.

And she's done it all while raising 5 kids. And we all kick ass. She's the most badass woman I know.

My wife is cool because she puts up with my bullshit and occasionally grants me access to her holy of holies. Mostly because she puts up with my bullshit.

Kolby made me cry.

My spouse is amazing for a number of reasons:

1. She always listens and not just so she can say something back. She listens and offers advice out of friendship and genuine care and that's the main reason I asked her to marry me.

2. Her cooking rocks.

3. Her tendency to react to art work emotionally rather than intellectually (as I do) balances me out and opens up many a conversation after a film.

4. She works really hard and takes good care of me, financially and emotionally. I hope I can do the same for her in the former department sooner rather than later!

This whole thing is making me weepy.

Jay - you dress up like the Doctor on Halloween? That is The Sexiest Thing Ever.
Where have you been all my life?

My favorite chick (other than Jay's chick, who is clearly the luckiest woman alive) is my best friend. We bonded in high school when we both had mad crazy crushes on the same guy (he was taken). We share a penchant for cooking, an obsession with Harry Potter, a love for fine chocolate, and a slew of inside jokes.

If there's gonna be a 'Jibette Weekend, I'm totally gonna stalk it. There's no way I would miss that for the world.

My Favorite Chick is my daughter Anastacia Luz DaSilva. She is a beautiful long curly haired Portuguese Blue Eyed Stunner who recently acquired her first scar running into a metal fence. Which makes her look tough and even more pretty.

As Will Sheff says, "And when that Queen's daughter came of age/Well I think she'd be Lovely and Stubborn and Brave."

I'm giving a shoutout to three:

1) My mom. Seriously, she had a little period there where things went kind of pear-shaped, but for 29 out of 30 years, she's been the most amazing, strongest, most hardworking person I know. She raised two babies when my father walked out a month after my sister was born and worked three jobs. My mama has always been able to see through my bullshit and was never afraid to say "Nicole, I love you more than anything, but I don't like you very much right now." Thanks to her it never occurred to me that there was anything in life I couldn't do.

2) My sister. She's 20 months younger than me and acts five years older. She's bossy and sassy and crafty and smart. She's gorgeous and looks nothing like me. She can McGyver anything with a paperclip, a hot glue gun, and some string. (I seriously watched her make a pair of shoes for a wedding once.) Her sense of humor is incredibly dry and she's a master baker. She likes to kick back after her days working as an endoscopy tech with a Rolling Rock and her sewing machine. She paints walls and reupholsters furniture. She's 5'3" and drives her Land Rover Discovery like a maniac. Any time we spend together is either full of yelling or laughter; there is no in-between. She's the best friend I've got.

3) JulieServo. It's not just her tits. She's straight up amazing. Funny, intelligent, bawdy, supportive; she has the voice of phone sex operator and a heart the size of Texas. True story: My former-almost-father-in-law died in May 2008 and I somehow ended up smack in the middle of the preparations - my ex never told his dad we had called it off a few months prior. It was one of the most stressful, draining weeks of my life. At the end of it, Julie stayed on the phone with me for hours while I sat on the front steps in the dark, smoking my way through a pack of cigarettes and drinking my way through a fifth of Johnnie Walker Black. She'd never met me in person yet. Since then we've become our own version of Salt-N-Pepa (only white, with less grace and rhythm and more Bandaids). I feel that it's appropriate to recognize, here on Pajiba, on Paheeba Day, that this site gave me one of the best friends I have. Even if she is a dirty whore.

My wife is wicked smart and loves to vent about stupid people, which is also a favorite hobby of mine. I love it when she gets all fired up.

She doesn't always follow my sense of humor, but she tries her damndest. She's becoming much more skilled at recognizing and ridiculing bad entertainment of late; this fills me with glee.

We have a shared love of "Glee." I think this still surprises her.

She saw Zombieland with me. She doesn't expect me to see any Twilight movies with her. (I should say: she doesn't want me to. Win for me.)

She asks how my fantasy team is doing.

She's carrying our first child.

(And she does have great boobs.)

My wife and I were married last year after 13 years of friendship. I was living 330 miles away at this time last year and she had just gotten out of a 5 year long relationship. One day last December she asks me over for dinner and 5 hours later I show up at her door. We talk all night, get no sleep, and it was amazing. We got married on New Years Eve.

Now what makes this one special? I've had my share of girlfriends through high school, college, grad school and I even dated someone I worked with at my first job. This lady blows them away. She's funny, smart, beautiful, witty, doesn't take shit from people and wants to make a positive change in the world. She works with children in San Francisco Schools who have f'ed up parents, problems adapting socially and some serious mental problems. She channels her guides and acts as a medium to allow folks to find find their paths or chat with long dead relatives. She tells me when I'm out of line and helps me back when I'm out of sorts.

Most of all I love her because, as a psychic in Hawaii recently told us, she is my twin soul. Whatever souls are made of, ours is the same.

Also, I love me. I mean, I'm the most awesome person I know.

I'm breaking rules.
My mama. She's been through it, and still manages to keep going and stay hopeful.
My sister. That girl loves fiercely and her lack of gray area is as much respect-commanding as it is frustrating. Plus she's a kick-ass surgeon.
My group of girlfriends. I went 2/3 of my life longing for friendships like these and finally found them in my 20s. We're all different and have our own issues, but I've never seen people drop everything and come together so fast when one of us is in need. We form like Voltron.
And of course, the Pajibettes. You guys are goddamn cool.

-She has ruined me for Olive Garden breadsticks.
-She once wished me an elastic vagooter. I will not elaborate.

I dearly hope these points are not related.

(Or do I?)

Quick note on a break:

My wife: awesome mother, wicked hot, sense of humour and she puts up with my ignorant ass.

What an awesome group of Pajibans. Makes me proud to be an associate freak 'round these parts.

I posted one of these on my blog a few weeks ago, so if you want to read it, click it.

Miss ya 'Bama!

I could tell you all about how she makes me a better man, how she is empathetic and understanding and how I get to be vulnerable around her and drop all my defenses. I could tell you about how she has stuck by me through think and thin, staying calm when I need to panic and panicking when I need to suck it up and be strong for her. But who needs that sap, right? Here's what's really cool about her:

She quotes movies constantly, and brilliantly. I'm not talking about the cliched lines from big budget comedies that everyone and their frat brother knows, I'm talking about the ability to find the perfect to random line that resonates with the emotional tenor of the moment we are in from any familiar pop-culture source. It's like a game we play. We can communicate entirely in movie quotes more effectively than some couples can with the entire English language at their disposal. When she says 'there go the god damn brownies' I know exactly what she is feeling. When the project she is working on starts getting a lot of local businesses signing up I don't have to tell her how proud I am, I just say 'the word is out on you Oneders.'

She loves Halloween. She always wants to dress up as something cool and couple-themed. We've done Jack and Marla from Fight Club, Clarence and Alabama from True Romance, Mulder and Scully from X-Files, and others.

She is a music trivia genius. She can identify a song based on just the first few notes. Sometimes I'll put my MP3 player on shuffle and challenge her. She'll usually have the name within the first few seconds, before I have even processed what we are hearing. People will call her on her cell phone in the middle of a Saturday afternoon, apropos of nothing, and badly mangle a snippet of lyrics to some obscure 80's pop tune in hopes that she can identify the singer and song title so they can finally get it out of their head. She doesn't disappoint.

And I also have to mention the most miraculous achievement I have ever witnessed: She took microscopic 23-chromosome contribution from me and spun it into the other coolest chick I know, our 14-month old daughter. She literally created a pint size human out of next to nothing. She is fucking magical.

And not only that, but the kid is flat out awesome, cute as can be, nearly done with her 52 books for Cannonball II, and likes David Bowie, Tom Waits and the Steve episodes of Blues Clues (just like mom).

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Oh, Yossarian, that was pure gold. I think I love you now, too.

I really just want to see a gaggle of us all saying "Do you think Aaron will like it?" Because that shit cracks me up. And whoever had this idea (was it YOU?) is responsible for several things coming out of my nose the other night.

It was me. "Sister, does this cover my ankles?" "Is this cut unflattering with my chastity belt?" I am all for someone else registering as Slut Bunwalla, but I am registering as Chastity Baker.

Julie, you hufflecunt, you made me cry. You and Sean. Fuck me.

My mum. She left my drunk rapist father and moved halfway across the world to give me a better life. If that isn't sacrifice, I don't know what is.

Paheeba Day Cheers!

My mom is the coolest. She scares people, and I've never understood why. I hope I get that from her.

My two favoritest 'jibettes: Julie and Nicole. Jules drove all the way down from Philly last Friday to go out for my birthday with me, and she even agreed to go to a show with me for a singer she's never even heard. If that's not awesome, I don't know what is.

And Nikki... you just get it. All of it. And I love you for it.

Seriously though, Whorish Mouth is effing awesome. She is honestly one of the most beautiful people i have ever met in my lifetime (like...pin-up hot. Literally. Classic Cheesecake photogrtaphy, stockings, red lips, and the little 'Oops!' face...I need someone reputable to take pics like this for me)..but also beautiful all around.

She has a smile that lights up the room. Her cheeks get all shiny and collect light, from seemingly out of nowhere, when she does it. And eyes deep and sultry enough to drown an army in. She laughs at everything. Smiles at everything. She has this weird obsession with her dog that is rubbing off on me. She's totally nuts. (She hears animals crying out to her from around the neighborhood and actively searches them out.) She listens when I need her to. Puts me in my place when I need my head checked. She supports anything I want to try to do no matter how lofty, or ridiculous a goal. She has the 'AR', which Julie and I both enjoy immensely. She loves me for who I am. She loves me despite past missteps. I see the greatest future ever with her.

...and it's almost as bright at when she smiles.

I was originally going to write about my wife, but I think everyone on this site knows the coolest chick in my life is my daughter (she's pretty much the spitting image of her mother, as well, so anything I say about her can also double for my wife).

Somehow, at just three years of age (it's actually her birthday tomorrow), my daughter is the coolest chick I know. She's smart, she has a wickedly evil sense of humor, and she's got more attitude than most thirteen year-old girls, which makes the thought of her actually becoming a teenager absolutely terrifying. She's a total nerd, but can also be very girly.

Her favorite TV shows are Wonder Woman (the Lynda Carter version), Justice League, Batman: The Brave and the Bold, and Spongebob. Her favorite movies are The Wizard of Oz, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Finding Nemo, and Kiki's Delivery Service (she dressed up as Kiki yesterday with one of my wife's purple shirts and a back-scratcher for a broom). She also loves little girl things like Barbies, My Little Pony, and playing dress-up. When she plays dress-up, though, she doesn't mess around wtih pretending to be a mere princess. She demands we all call her "Queen Highness," and will strike you with her sceptre if you should dare to call her anything else.

She's very enthusiastic about coloring and drawing, even if she's not quite there with the technical aspects of it. I just tell people she's not one to be contained by your so-called "lines;" she'll color where she damn well pleases, even if it occasionally ends up on her bed, my shirts, her wall, the toilet, or various doors throughout the apartment.

She's got a mouth like a sailor, and knows when to use it. Denied another cup of chocolate milk? "Oh damnit!" Dog on the table, stealing her lunch? "Get down, you fucking dog!" Getting reprimanded by Mommy? "Whatever, you're fucking dirt anyway."

Last night she came up with a new one. When my wife caught her destroying a stack of napkins on the table at the Chinese buffet where we were eating, and asked her why she did it, my daughter answered, deadpan, "Cuz I'm a dick."

I couldn't love this little girl more, and I'm going to be wishing the best of luck to whatever boy (or girl) manages to steal her heart down the road. It's going to be an interesting trip.

you people are making me SOB. you people are so fine.

so when do we get to have 'Pahee-Cock' day?????

My grandmother is a 79 year old widow who is still working as a waitress at a dump of a diner three days a week. She's a compulsive gambler and obsessive filigree crocheter. She'll clog your arteries with butter slopped on all food sorts but cooks everything, shy of a loaf of bread, from scratch every day. She knows the names of every major player on every NBA team, tons of stats, and has just successfully bet on basketball games for the first time this month. She does outdoor seasonal window art for money or free food, indoor oil landscapes for fun, and painted a tropical mural on her wall with palm trees, beach, water, and flamingoes just to piss off her now deceased husband.

That is why my grandmother is the coolest chick in my life.

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Sally Merriweather is my lovely and patient assistant who lovingly types my comments for me. Three things I adore about her are: her dazzling smile, her boisterous laugh, and her fabulous fashion sense. I would be a complete, rambling wreck without her.

OK. Real post.

My mom is ace, but I wouldn't say cool. My mom exemplifies mom. She is very good at it, but I wouldn't say, "Hey Mom, let's go do shrooms and watch Speed Racer" (or whatever it is you kids do nowadays".

Now, here's where my problem comes in with this comment diversion. I know cool chicks. I am friends with cool chicks. I know cool chicks that drink me under the table and then we get thai food and watch PCU and laugh despite coming to the inebriated realization that the movie is way more right-wing than my 13 year old self realized when I first saw it.

But they are not my chicks. They are chicks that I happen to know, and I am honored to be called their friends.

And they read Pajiba, so if they glance down into the comments, yes this is about you.

I don't get it. Am I NOT allowed to say "boobs?"

Just how in love with the Paji-dudes in this thread am I?

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I have a new goal in life: To have someone feel about me even 10% the way some of you feel about your ladies.

I love my friend Heather, because she is Awesome, and she gets me. And she is the only person in my world who gets even more excited than I do when I make EE's top 10 and email it to her. She 'gets' Pajiba too, although she has no time to come and play.

I love the Pajibettes. I spend far more quality time with you than with any other living women. AvB, Snuggie, Nadine, Cindy, Figgy, Julie, Nicole, esme, Laniey, Ms. Momo, MM, and the countless others I meet round here, You all make every day fun. I say/talk about stuff in here I would NEVER say IRL.
I love you bitches! Thanks for being awesome!

The coolest chick in my life is my sister. She was an excellent parent to me and my brother when my parents could not be relied upon. She almost always says the right thing at the right time. She can make almost anything more fun. She is empathetic and she listens well. She is also one of the most loving people I have ever known. She is tiny, yet fearsome to behold when she is angry. Heaven help you if you cross her or someone she loves. She is the reason that I am the upstanding, quasi-respectable, moderately functional person I am today. I love her dearly.

Damn it, Adrian, stop being awesome and making the rest of us love you more.

My chick is my big sister Nieve. She sometimes comments, usually to support me or someting I've said. Just the other day I admitted to some pretty heinous issues and obessive compulsions with food. Nieve's reaction was to tell me I'm amazing.
She moved to London with barely a penny to her name and through sheer hard work and graft, she's made it and will probably, very soon, be on your list of top ten actresses of the year.
She's funny, ballsy, smarter than she knows, she would kill to protect me and our siblings and would be shamelessly popular for it in the media. She drinks like a fish but has never been fall down drunk (except one AMAZING time when she ran into my room, somewhat overexcited, leapt on to my bed and rolled over and off the other side)
She's a gorgeous blonde tall leggy big boobed viking to my skinny dark little Mick, she always has a smile and though we sometimes fight like cats and dogs, she'd have my back against any one even if i was in the wrong.
Nieve, you kick ass every day and take names in a pink notebook with a sparkly pen, but I wouldnt call you a girlie girl because you'd punch me right in the uterus and spit on me while I was down. You rock, and I love.
YOU FILTHY GINGER WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRREEE

My girlfriend, Cat.

She's fiercely loyal.

She's super-hot.

When we had the choice of watching Lost or Grey's Anatomy on DVD, she insisted we watch Lost.

My girl... I am a 28 year old collage Sophomore. Most of the people I know from school are still under 21. I always I feel old hanging around people on campus...very old...except around my girl. She is a 19 year old photography student. We are complete opposites in every fashion possible (young vs old, bitter vs happy, jaded fuck vs optimistic, meat eater vs vegan)...yet it works out fairly well. I don't know what it is about her, but I feel 10 years younger around her. Now, I can't stand her friends, hate today's music and culture in general...but I like her...so I put up with it. She is seriously the only reason I have bothered to keep going to school and not just quit and get a job overseas.

i don't want to gush too much about my fave chick ever, as she may or may not read this site.

but yeah, big-sis-type, cracks my shit up, totally boll-weeviled herself into my skull and worked her way now to my heart, probably aiming for lower, but she knew when to stop.

her influence into my daily mood-swings is apparent. her PMS rubs off on me, from across the country, rather cunt-ry. luckily this is just once a month, and i don't mind the empathizing, especially when she lifts me up in so many ways every day.

i hate her for not having unlimited texting.

This thread is worthless without pics!

Aw dammit Nadine now Im tearing up. Little ho.
But in all seriousness thank you, you kick ass and I love your short, pale, dark haired, mick butt.
And yeah Little Noo's my chick; moody, chip on her shoulder, short, gothic, Muse fan, highly intelligent, unbelievably gifted writer (well you all know that she's only been number one EE TWICE! for serious, y'all will be reviewing her books soon and her short films they are amazing), creative, funny, wierd, foul mouthed, twisted, dark...very dark, beautiful, cute, a spit fire, fiesty, sensitive, rude, angry, deep, nerdy, looks like a little owl, doesnt drink but when she does she gets hammered after one glass of vodka and OJ, fussy, picky, prickly, sings in public, great singing voice, razor sharp wit, an imagination you could get lost in (and I have, seriously it was scary), awesome dress sense, demented dress sense, looks like the love child of tinkerbell and an evil pixie, hugely compassionate, loving and really, really cool.

Thats just the tip of the iceberg-she is seriously cool, I hope one day you all get a cvhnace to meet her.

Oh and hell yeah am I gonna marry Saaaaaaaaaarsgard!

Oh Kolby...I say this with love and respect to you and Cindy, but...this might turn ugly. I mean...she might actually try and kill you. I'm not exagerrating or joking here. Check you backseat. If you make it home, dont go in alone, and if she's not there yet, invest, QUICKLY in some sturdy security.
As I say; Love and Respect.
But Nieve will come and take skulls as her prizes. And Skarsssgaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard and all his aaaaaaaaaaaaa's.
It's almost sad, what she'll do to him.
Actually...Y'all ae going to watch the SKANK TAINT of Gaga off've him before you do anything with him, right?
I mean I know they probably havent had sex what with her lacking a traditional vagina in place of her weird dingleberry penis, but she was all like...up on him.
Get thee to the bleach factory!

My favorite cool chick used to be one of my friend’s grandmother, we would hook up occasionally and she was one of those broads that was into pee play, I used to call her old yeller.

Happy Paheeba Day! Reading the Paheeba Day posts and everyone's comments makes me smile. R.I.P. AlabamaPink.

Who are my favorite chicks?

My mom. I'm undeserving of this amazing woman. As the second of eleven children, she helped my grandparents take care of her younger siblings during the Vietnam War. They were extremely poor, but she kept her strength. Yeah, she survived the war (she has a scar from a bomb), and was one of the first in her family to escape to Indonesia on those crudely-made boats, then immigrate to the U.S. She struggled when she came here, but she cared for the younger brothers who came after, took on several day jobs, sent money back to her family in Vietnam, and went to school all at once. She's got brains, wit, compassion, independence, skill (her cooking is famous, and she's great with her hands), and beauty (she's like 50-something, but looks a lot younger). I would also like to think that she raised my brother and me right. We sometimes have that typical mother/teenage daughter relationship, but I wouldn't ask for any other mom. I can only hope I'll turn out to be half of what she is when I reach her age.

My mom's seven sisters/my aunts. They're resilient, smart, kindhearted, and each one possesses a unique something. They're amazing women.

My friend, Erika. We've known each other for five years, since middle school and we just started college this year. We call each other all the time, and each call is like 2+ hours long. We complement each other, and there's no other girl I'd want to start this new phase in my life with. I hope our friendship lasts long.

I love this post and all these comments. Especially one. :)
It's a lovefest, people. That's what happens when chicks take over-we talk about feelings, decorate with pink frilly stuff, play with ponies and have pillow fights in our underwear.

There are a few really fuckin' cool chicks in my life, but if I have to pick one, it would be my sister S (no offense to my other sisters). She was brutal while I was growing up, and unfortunately spent many years acting more like a mom than a sister, but it wasn't her choice. As I've gotten older and our significant age gap seems less significant, our relationship took a sharp turn towards awesome.

Wednesday nights were an event for us: Lights out, ANTM followed by LOST followed by Project Runway, followed by gossip and begrudgingly doing homework or going to bed. S is so god damn funny and intelligent and strikingly beautiful, but completely snotty and fiercely loyal and defensive. Her musical tastes have barely evolved since the early '90s, but somehow it isn't lame. She's super smart, but only wants to read DragonLance books and subscribes to Star magazine because she likes their crosswords. She's unbelievably competitive and swears that she never loses, even when she does. She's the best Pictionary partner that ever existed, and she'll kick your ASS at Dr. Mario. Don't even bother trying.

1. Back atchoo Lindsey.

2. I love all the Pajibettes, and I am so honored to be in their company. The friendship and warmth and caring that has come my way means more than you all could ever know.

3. Whomever has designs on one Mr. Alexander Skarsgård, I'm sorry but his penis is gone. I couldn't stand the thought of anyone else having it so I bit it off. I shan't divulge its location ever. If you come looking, the nipples will be next.

I'm late but must answer this.

Angie has been my best friend since I was four and she was five. She loves me unconditionally and I her. We've been friends so long, she's become family. Her parents are my parents. Her sister is my sister. (I draw the line at her husband, he's WAY too hairy.) She makes me laugh and I make her laugh. Sometimes until we pee. And she GETS me. That's valuable.

My daughter is the other chick. Scary smart, opinionated as hell, strong, gorgeous and loves herself just the way she is. She is truly my proudest achievement. And I have a few. But no degree, no book being published, no other single thing I could do could top knowing I actually had a hand in creating and raising that wonderful young woman. Sometimes I feel like yelling "you're welcome world!" And those of you who wrote about your moms? They feel that way about you.

My mom. She's been diagnosed with breast cancer for about a month now, and she is an amazon. The people around her are falling apart, but is powering through with amazing strength.

Women like her are the reason to keep fighting.

Although, Mom's a great woman. She's a kind, loving mother, who makes chocolate chip cookies, tea, hates Glenn Beck, Dick Cheney, Rush Limbaugh, George Bush, Sean Hannitty, and most of all Rudy Giuliani, and introduced me to the wonders of hating Richard Nixon, the second most mockable free world leader in history.

Her tools of love and hatred might just save the world.

My Auntie M. She's the mom I always wanted/needed and never had. Sometimes she drives me nuts (and vice versa) but I know she loves me and only wants the best for me. I love that she's always trying something new and I've never seen her actually fail. It might not turn out as expected, but it's never a failure. She's the best cook I know and she's really fun to get drunk with. She's probably the nicest person I know.
We're really different people in general, but we have so many odd things in common that we're definitely related. We even dislike the same people and generally for the same reasons. That by itself is awesome.

^^ Clambake ^^...yeah. That's a win.

(I need to get my woman into some games...)

Nix is the coolest because she justifies EVERYTHING that I do, no matter how rotten.

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