Flash Back: Me & Poopface

I've got Florida on the brain. It seems like in the past few days I've been hit with a billion things that remind me of Boca & Delray...

And with all these memories swirling around, I feel like I have an obligation (to who? I don't know) to dedicate a little posty-post to my beloved best friend, my poopface, Joshua.

I'll always rememeber: gay snakes, hurting - "in a good way," sharpie tattoos, the modern family, sleepover with our girlies, nights at the playhouse, the first night in both of his apartments, the MEI picnics, sending his mum flowers, long tearful conversations at night on Boynton Beach, guitar nights on Atlantic Beach, Friday lunches at Bru's Room, the first night he cooked for me, surprising him with a visit, the mix tapes, "Love You So," my eyepatch, ripped jeans, the bathroom at Sloane's, Italian Picnics in my hotel room, trips to the zoo, Pizza Rustica and Ben & Jerry's, watching the Chronicles of Narnia, burying each other in the sand, Butterfly World, trips to Jungle Gardens, "romancing the world"...and so much more.

Here's to friendship.

And here's to it surviving a 1000 miles, stupid fights, serious fights, and everything else that tried to bring it down.

the first photo together

[2006]

the last photo together

[2008]