this had me snotting on my sleeve. we miss you too, fuckbitch.
truth is, life’s moved on. we both live in different houses now. but, we’re actually exactly the same still, whether in the same room (which is when we’d be texting each other) or in different towns (which is when we email each other one-liners).
1. The ability to call someone a fuckbitch and have them not get offended.
2. Sheen’s superior way to sum up a situation and then tell me how i have it completely wrong, without having me want to punch you in the junk for it.
3. Domestic fallouts about laundry, the fact that i wash the dishes too many times in one day (please note, I have it down to twice a day now. seriously. i have trained myself) and, of course… “67 reasons why towels should be folded, not rolled. or rolled, not folded. oh, i don’t care, just check if we have wine”.
4. Half-tide tea. i still battle to make a full cup.
5. The arched-eyebrowed ‘mmmmm’ Sheena would give me when i would throw my heart at something she always knew was not worthwhile. It’s always hard to convince that tough cookie of anything.
6. The way you’d grab my hand and say “learn to say no, Cath”. Learning to say no is still my hardest lesson but, I’m learning.
7. How we could fight and it would not hurt. With Sheen, I know it always come from the place of “look, I get you, I love you but, fuck you”. Heh.
8. 3am ‘no, seriously, it’s bedtime’ conversations.
9. Waking Sheen up every morning by letting Cam into her room. It made Cam’s day.
10. Sitting on the kitchen counter and purging every single past life hurt, and then laughing about it. Thank you very much, T-shirt Boy.
11. Sitting on the lounge floor and forcing ourselves to laugh at life’s miseries, over a box of tens and presents with “with love from Sue” on them.
12. Knowing that, no matter how bad a day got, we knew we were going somewhere. Even if it was backwards, just for a little bit.
13. Being able to bust into Sheen’s room, say nothing and have her respond with either a face of “OMFG! OMG! Hands in the air and play track 6!” or “who.the.fuck.do.they.think.they.are”, from what she’d overheard. Note, the second type happened ALOT at The Shath. Note, the first type would happen ALOT if she was in my house nowadays.
And, I’m done. for tonight.