I love that point in a friendship when you get what the other person’s style is - their “thing.” You see a knit jersey tie and think of them immediately; a type of weather, a bad movie, a woman’s outfit. You know, with absolute certainty, that your friend would enjoy this thing with you more than anyone else in the world. You feel closer in that moment of recognition, even if they’re not there.
I would stare at your photo on the murder board. And I started thinking if I would look at it enough everyday that would keep you alive. And then I had this thing about your chair. I wouldn’t let anyone touch it. And the night janitor came by and tried to move the chair and I freaked out and almost shot him.
If you ever speak to me in Spanish, please use the formal “usted”
Mellie Grant → Randy, Red, Superfreak, and Julia
I have a heart, it beats for you
I’m a damsel, I’m in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.
And why must your era celebrate terror with dessert?