A love letter to a new friend.

Dear Boobalicious (you know who you are),

Oh, you.

I'm ever so glad we "met".

And then met.

I've made a lot of Internet friends over the course of my dorkdom, and plenty of them continue to be important parts of my life, some for the last decade. Anyone who doubts how valuable it can be to make connections over the world wide webz is a willful idiot stuck in the Dark Ages. But you, my dearest dear, are special.

Doesn't it just seem like we're on the same wave length, you and I? In our depraved delight, intelligent indifference, our rambunctious revelry, dedicated debauchery, irreverent insanity, our rampant ridiculousness?

We're the best.

Sometimes you make friends that are great for you because you're so different, and you can learn so much from them. Sometimes you make friends that are so similar to you, and you get along because of those similar qualities.

And sometimes you meet a Twin who is almost always on your same page that you know you can be totally honest with, and you just want to smother them with smooches.

I adore you, and our hilarious IM conversations, and when we toast our days together, our dirty texting and the fact that when we send each other pictures they are either of our cats or our boobs 99% of the time, and our serious conversations where we give each other such great support and advice.

You rock.

And I love you.

I can't wait to see you soon.

Love and kisses and motorboats,

Me