OH MY GOSH.

Okay.

In writing my last blog post I just got this random thought in my head. I don't know. Because it sort of kind of but not really relates to what I was talking about but when Tiffany and I were in Kindergarten, we were like, 6 year old whores in the making. I don't know what was wrong with us. We never thought boys were gross and we would constantly, in our free time, talk about boys and how much we loved them and hot they were. Yes, at 6 years old we would talk about how hot other 6 year olds were. I miss those time so much. I miss having her as a friend but I love having all these memories.

ANYWAY.

Tiffany was like, obsessed beyond belief with this kid named Denny and I, without a shadow of a doubt, was going to marry and have the children of Michael. For real. Like, this was not your average crush. I was literally obsessed. And it was actually kind of cool because growing up, we were all sort always in the same class and we were just all bestfriends and he knew I wanted to marry him and eventually it was just a fact. In my 4th grade year book, his bestfriend wrote, "good luck with u and michaels relationship." BAHAHA. WTF? What relationship? See? I even had OTHER people convinced we were going to make it.

Anyway.

When we were in 5th grade we found out that he was moving to freaking New Hampshire. Who moves to NH?! What is even IN New Hampshire?! I was so sad. I think I cried myself to sleep for a month. I literally had a crush on him for SIX YEARS OF MY LIFE.

It was actually so funny because at my 8th grade graduation, a mom of one of the kids that I grew up with that was in our little circle back in the day came up to me and she said, "You know what? Seeing you up there just made me think of Michael because you were so in love with that kid. You ever talk to him?" Yeah, I go big or go home.

Fast forward into high school and I looked him up and added him on face book. Oh dear. Let me just say that he lost me at the words "fucked up liberals". Oh, Michael. You had such potential. He was actually quite rude to me because after apparently stalking my face book upon his friend confirmation, he was most displeased at my (then much more dramatic) political stance. Whatever, "Mike". Yes, they referred to him as "Mike" up north. What a douche. Also, he resembles Justin Bieber more closely than some lesbians do. I can't make this stuff up.

He really did just turn into a complete asshole. I stalked him for probably a good hour and it was like looking at someone I never met. Had he stayed in good old North Carolina, I probably would have grown to hate him. Although I do know who he is now, I'm glad I only really know the old Michael and not the new "Mike" who has had one too many sips of haterade. I suppose it's best sometimes to part ways before you're forced to mourn the loss of someone you love and then be introduced to the "new but not so improved" them. Life is so funny.

I miss being a little kid sometimes.