So who is this "G?" and why can't anyone get enough of her? Some say its because she's just so sexy, others because her creativity cannot be matched. I mean,
anti-banana? How beautiful is that?
Back when I was still rockin' the huggies, Jenny and her mother would babysit me and my brother. Her curley hair and thick glasses made it hard for her to fit in, until one day, a trasformation occured.
We both ened up moving away, not seeing eachother again until many years later.
As I walked into my fith period class on my first day of highschool, a girl in a Mighty-Mouse Tee and blue jeans caught my attention. I sat in her row and when we passed in our orientation papers, I read what she wrote: "I believe that people should not only love eachother, but themselves too. People don't love enough."
From that day on we've been best of friends. Through all of our adversity, she has taught me, that you can't spell "sexy" without "G?".
Not only is Marlyse my one of my best friends, she is also my mother. If there is anyone who I could place my trust in, it is her.
Everything that I am I owe to her. She's been there always, and would do anything for me.
My mother became a single mom when I was 2 years old. I don't remember what it was like for my parents to be together. What I do remember is how much of a blast my childhood was. My mother would take me everywhere, buy me the coolest toys, and always made sure I was happy. I knew from the beginning that all the stuff I had, all the things I did, was just a product of the love she had for me.
With all of the dramas we've been through, our bond has only strengthened. I couldn't ask for a better mother.
If you look up the word "Genius" in the dictionary... you wouldn't find Katrina's picture. But, we love her anyways. With Katrina around, even the dullest moments are somehow hilariuos. She's like a drug, a really sexy drug ;)
We offically met at the park outside my house. But we never took the time to really get to know one-another.
When Codey, my cat, ran away, Katrina found him, renamed him "Mango", and kept him as her own.
We were later formally introduced at school during an audition for a talent show. She prefromed a scene from her all time favorite move "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" while I bombed at my comedy routine.
Together, we've filmed a series of thrilling documentries merely by walking around Temecula.
One of the few people I know who verbally recognize awkward moments, Josh is not exactly a social vanguard. He has yet to sink it with a lady that isn't constantly mistaken for a lesbian. (I love you Misty, but you need to wear some makeup and a skirt once in a while.)
His constant attempts to get excommunicated from his Mormon church are yet to be effective, and at the time being he teaches a preschool class there. I've never dared step foot in his church and he probably wouldn't recommend that I did, although that is where he spends most of his time before and after school… that is, if he isn't at Pat's or my house setting something on fire.
There isn't many things Josh has not set ablaze. He does not carry a lighter or a box of matches, his strict, Mormon parents won't allow it, yet somehow, every time we are together, something is on fire.
Slightly comical, somewhat loveable - ITS PAT!
My memory draws a blank on how we met. Our social circles just seemed to merge one day. Leaned up against a locker in the hallway chuckling away every day at lunch, Pat at first was pretty quiet and (no matter how much he protests otherwise) bared a striking resemblance to Patrick Star.
He lives with his dad, step mom, and sister
Amy. Coming over to his house is always kind of strange. Amy bitches while his dad complains and makes Pat do useless chores. My plans to kidnap him and bring him back to California may or may not become a reality, but either way he hopes to get out of his house and be on his own as soon as heavenly possible.
