An Ode To My Bff

Ahh my BFF Andrew. Today I blog about you. Because I think the world (or anyone who happens to read this) should know just how awesome you are. I mean, how many people can say their BFF kicks them when they're down (with love, of course)? Gets to hear about how a good BM made his morning? Never gets to be right in a conversation? And if you are right, and have proven it by googling and showing that you ARE right, he still believes that the internet is wrong. 

But really. I am very lucky in the sense that I have a male BFF who would rather eat his own puke than sleep with me, and vice versa. Who will sit and laugh like a child until he cries when I show him the fart application on my phone. Who will still, after 3.5 years, look at me with disgust when I say I haven't seen a specific movie. Who will in one sentence insult me, and then follow it up with a great compliment. Who will tell the world all the reasons why he HATES being called a BFF, but how he is ok with the fact that I do it, because Im special :) And who will read this blog, find some sort of mistake, criticize it, then maybe finally decide he needs to light that fire under his ass and do his own blog. Because my BFF is one of the smartest, wittiest, cynical, hilarious, greatest writers Ive ever known, and he is wasting it away. I mean this out of love. But his end of the year rants are all I get, and this year 2008 came out in May 2009. He needs to get on it.

So today I waste 20 minutes blogging about Andrew, for no reason at all except the fact that Im bored. Andrew, please start blogging so people have something more interesting to read. Love you!