I have to confess that I have the coolest friends ever...
God that sounds so craptasticly over used.
I realize everyone says that about their friends at some point.
I also realize that every one says "mine are different because..."
Well, guess what: mine are different to, just like everyone else.
Ok, example one: my cat, Spectre. Spectre is about the most non cat of cat that I know to be cat. Most cats are very stand offish and high'n mighty. Not Spectre, I think he thinks he is more of dog then a cat.
But where did I get this ball of fur from?
My friends.
They all came together, paid for his adoption fee, neutering and some of his shots. They also gave me food, a collar, a carrying case, a festive collar, food and water bowl, and litter box stuff. They gave him to me ~29 Oct 2004. Do you know how hard it is to get a black cat that close to Halloween because of the assholes out there who would do them harm?
Not only that, they also threw me a surprise birthday party (my birthday is 18 Nov), so I had pretty much no idea what was happening.
In fact, I thought I might be getting dragged into yet an intervention, which has happened before. But that's another story for another time.
Example 2, AFROTC dining Out:
dining Out is our yearly, year in review, dinner with Air Force ROTC.
My date pretty much bailed out on me the day of the event, which always sucks hardcore. I really don't want to be a social occasion where having a date is almost expected, its social skills training for active duty in a sense.
Anyway, so I get on horn and start calling up female friends, taking a male friend would not be a very good thing in this setting.
The first one I call is busy, but says she is going to call around to try and find a replacement. No dice. It is now about 5:00, it starts at 6:00. I have come to the realization that I more then likely going stag again. I make one more phone call to another friend and she says yes, despite the time crunch. I later find out that she was on campus when I called and she had to basically run to her car and jet home and get dressed in all of 5 minutes.
Now, the funny part is, en route to her place, the first one calls and told me that she found a replacement for her stuff tonight. Ain't life grand?
I felt pretty honored that night that my friends where willing (and did) make the time and effort to help me out in a jam.
Sure my friends may rag on me for my drinking, smoking, language, behavior, study habits, things I say, things I do, and many other things, I know they have my back when the chips are down. Honestly, what more do I need? I maybe poor, but I feel very rich most of the time.
In you're in finals: Good luck.
If not: you suck
God that sounds so craptasticly over used.
I realize everyone says that about their friends at some point.
I also realize that every one says "mine are different because..."
Well, guess what: mine are different to, just like everyone else.
Ok, example one: my cat, Spectre. Spectre is about the most non cat of cat that I know to be cat. Most cats are very stand offish and high'n mighty. Not Spectre, I think he thinks he is more of dog then a cat.
But where did I get this ball of fur from?
My friends.
They all came together, paid for his adoption fee, neutering and some of his shots. They also gave me food, a collar, a carrying case, a festive collar, food and water bowl, and litter box stuff. They gave him to me ~29 Oct 2004. Do you know how hard it is to get a black cat that close to Halloween because of the assholes out there who would do them harm?
Not only that, they also threw me a surprise birthday party (my birthday is 18 Nov), so I had pretty much no idea what was happening.
In fact, I thought I might be getting dragged into yet an intervention, which has happened before. But that's another story for another time.
Example 2, AFROTC dining Out:
dining Out is our yearly, year in review, dinner with Air Force ROTC.
My date pretty much bailed out on me the day of the event, which always sucks hardcore. I really don't want to be a social occasion where having a date is almost expected, its social skills training for active duty in a sense.
Anyway, so I get on horn and start calling up female friends, taking a male friend would not be a very good thing in this setting.
The first one I call is busy, but says she is going to call around to try and find a replacement. No dice. It is now about 5:00, it starts at 6:00. I have come to the realization that I more then likely going stag again. I make one more phone call to another friend and she says yes, despite the time crunch. I later find out that she was on campus when I called and she had to basically run to her car and jet home and get dressed in all of 5 minutes.
Now, the funny part is, en route to her place, the first one calls and told me that she found a replacement for her stuff tonight. Ain't life grand?
I felt pretty honored that night that my friends where willing (and did) make the time and effort to help me out in a jam.
Sure my friends may rag on me for my drinking, smoking, language, behavior, study habits, things I say, things I do, and many other things, I know they have my back when the chips are down. Honestly, what more do I need? I maybe poor, but I feel very rich most of the time.
In you're in finals: Good luck.
If not: you suck
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