30 Days of Letters BEGINS! Numero Uno: Your Best Friend.

Dear Trashley,

Congrats! You are my best friend, although you obviously already knew this. While I’m not exactly sure what defines a best friend, I’m pretty sure that we’ve got it down to a science. Sure, you live no longer live by me, and sure, you are almost exactly the opposite of me politically and religiously, yet we are somehow the same. Our friendship gives us hope that the world, regardless of their differences, can find common ground in laughter and friendship. Sappiness over.

You are my best friend because you and I can vidchat just to have each other there, leaving it on for hours at a time, even going pee while the other is video…ing. That’s a word now. You are my best friend because when we walk in each other’s houses, the first place we go is to the refrigerator, because we will come home to find 20 iChat messages (in all caps lock), because we own half of each other’s wardrobes, because I care about your dogs fatty tumor, because we will never understand physics, and, most of all, because no matter what the occasion is, we can always make each other laugh. Afterall, it doesn’t matter how far apart we are, because “laughter is the shortest distance between two people”.

I LOVE YOUR FACE,

Brit