December 22, 2005
Girlie Girl. She’s a Natural Woman.
She’s Hopelessly Devoted. She’ll Sing
a Little Prayer for You. She didn’t
kill the Radio Star, but she’ll dance
on his grave. She can fly Over The
Rainbow. She’s in My Circle of
Friends. She goes Walkin After
Midnight. She’s Mining for Gold.
Who dresses this woman? (tee hee) It’s
taken me two months to write this
testimonial, because there’s too much
to say about this sexy (cute? No—
Sexy). Here is my lame attempt. I’ve
seen her strong and vulnerable. Hell,
I’ve probably seen her in most of the
emotional states she’s been through,
and they run the gamut. I respect her
immensely. Self-knowledge isn’t just a
quest for her, it’s an OCD pastime. If
you think she doesn’t like you, you’re
probably wrong. Ask her to show you
her photo albums sometimes. Why? It
makes her happy. Do whatever you can
to make her happy. I’ve danced more
since this woman entered my life. Her
sexy stick can change your night.
She’s not afraid to try anything. The
first time we met we got our hair
washed together, and that’s a unique
bond for me. Whether it’s watching bad
TV, 3 am white-russian fueled
conversations, cleaning up after our
loveable, slobby friends, crafting at
her place, or road tripping, I am
always better for having spent time
with her. Hot chick? Definitely. She
is the art.
