In some ways, I identify myself as a Jacky, and she must definitely is a Marilyn.
You’re comfortable being brutally honest.
We don’t need to show up now. Nothing happens in the real world anyway.
Fears about failure.
Your friends nearly have a heart attack when you wear heels. You’re not even taller than them. You’re just almost the same height.
This spring is different, but the feelings are still the same.
To the best friend I never thought I’d have, this is just a short appreciation letter to express how you’ve been a blessing to my life:
There are a thousand things in society today to get heated over; yet we choose to get upset over the length of another female’s skirt or the loud personality of the girl across the bar?
If you see Frank, tell him I said hi. Tell him, “Hey Frank, I just ran into Rob, and he says hi.” And then give me a call and tell me if he says anything back.
A ton of attractive youngins parading around, doing Molly for the first time (maybe?). It was such a spectacle to observe and I felt kind of old.