renee marie brewer hoskin
in your honor...
this is pink.
we've had our ups and downs,
but we get through them,
soaring like fucking flying dinosaurs.
phouuuueeeeeeee!
we're kind of alike,
dont worry, i lied,
you're that quirky american, hippie, vegtable,
whom i call canadian,
who is a fantastic drunken disaster just waiting to happen,
you're like my kid. or sister, which ever way is less creepy, then have it your way.
yea, i told you i lied when i claimed we were alike.
my ass man, my ass.
we make fun of the muffins which couldn't fit
or the horns
or our sign language
or the alcohol wars
or ridiculously perverted conversations which never cease
or how everything is known as "cock"
or holding each other's hair back.
we come in a pair, all the swiss ones know it.
"elle est ou ta copine?"
and thennnnn,
there are our "dibs" wars.
those are amazing,
especially when we seek revenge for them.
don't worry reg, i'm still counting.
1....2....2 and a half....2 and three quarters!
we make cool french translations of english.
"lisse."
"jaque cul"
and we have that list we're never going to complete,
but lets keep it that way,
this way,
when you go off next year,
i can make you come back forever and ever, in hope of completing the list.
in every friendship, jealousy plays in,
sometimes it strengthens the relationship,
sometimes it deteriorates,
for us, theres not much envy going on behind the scenes
which makes us pretty neutral.
except for your tits.
woman, i would kill for them,
you make me feel so unsatisfied with my miserably miniscule muffins.
oh, and your face.
you've got a pretty face,
which i hope our kids will inherit.
along with the tits,
i dont think they want my height,
so they can have yours.
GODDAMN IT,
why don't you just go asexual and have kids on your own?
you'd make them perfect anyhow.
i remember we clicked again about a year ago,
i needed your help for something,
and we clicked.
just like that.
we left all our shit behind and started a new.
what followed has completed who i am today,
it has allowed me to see reality,
to know real people.
it kind of got out of control,
hell, it's still out of control,
i still dont know half of my friends names!
but thats how we are.
uncontrollable drunken goofy maniacs,
who are known rather well in our districts.
whether its up with the hippies at the hippie spot
or down by the land of snake bites.
you've always been there for me,
whether it's to pick up the pieces of a broken eva
whether it's to carry me back home
whether it's to hold my hair back
whether it's to stop an idiotic act
whether it's to listen to me go on about nothing in particular
whether it's to bake me a cake and give me whipped cream
(by the way, that was a lot of fun, next time, whipped cream wars.)
whether it's just to sit with me for a while, just in order to not let me be alone
whether it's to break down the barriers and find out the truth
a thank you is in order for all of this,
i dont know anyone who could've done it better than you.
thank you reg.
i've known you for 5 years now
6 months of that was missed,
but we're making up for it now.
and kiddo,
mother would not know where she'd be without you
fucking thank you for everything,
you have no idea what it has meant to me over the years,
and i have no idea how to express my gratitude.
kiddo,
you're a huge part of my life, heart and soul
i fucking love you.