gone but not forgotten

i was just graced with a phone call from one of my favorite people in the whole wide world. my kimbo, possum extraordinaire.

she left us in february to seek adventure, excitement, and orgasms on the rainy shores of merry olde england. i've missed her terribly ever since.

thus, hearing from her has brought a nice ray of light into an otherwise nondescript day. oh, how i'd missed being mocked mercilessly for my accent! having a good squeaky girly conversation!

ah, squeaky girly conversations. i haven't had one of those in ages. mainly because i haven't got that many female friends, and those few that i do are really all too hard core to have the kind of relationship that kimbo and i had, which was very squeaky and fun and alcohol-soaked and cigarette-stained and mischevious girls out on the town leaving bewilderment and broken hearts in our wake. we were truly fabulous, we were.

god, i miss her.