This does not compute. You grew up in Michigan. In at least part of the 80's. And you never had a jean jacket?!?? Wha???

Let em rephrase. I did have a jean jacket - I REFUSED to wear it. It wasn't like the ones that everyone else had and it was butt-ugly. I hated it. So, then I decided that it was a thing and I would never own one - I was once threatened with deportation out of California for not owning a jean jacket and not eating sushi.

I flunked out of the entire West Coast for failing to like sushi, espresso-based coffee, and bicycling. It was sad. Now all I have left is an expired tourist visa.

{{{Gud and family}}}

Yay, Nora! Home ownership is the bestest :)

Juliana's photos are gorgeous.

Not married (cause it ain't legal) but I fell hard for my GF within a couple of days of meeting her. I was living with a BF at the time. Hilarity ensued - not. Anyway, we're total best friends and have been together for 10 years.

Also my throat and ears still hurt like a motherfucker.

I can tell I like him because (and I was just thinking this last night) when he screws up really badly, even if it screws me up, I feel bad for him. I hurt for him. I don't want to yell at him. I want to hug him. Just thinking about that look on his face makes me cringe.

Yup. Unless he's left his shoes out smack in the middle of the hall again and I've tripped over them at 6:30 a.m. *again*. Well, no, even then. Maybe sometimes.

I think I was imprinted at an early age that There Is Love, and There Is Friendship, and Never Shall the Twain Meet.

I had that role model as well. You can break it! It can be done! We can rebuild it!

....

Where was I?

It's a bit tricky for Hubby and me. I don't think 'best friend' with him, but I do think 'mate and constant companion.' Hubby's still in "you're my best friend and my lover and my everything" mode after twenty years, which lots of folk say is a wonderful thing but which I find just a tad wearisome. I slept like crap last night because he was gone for a sleep study and didn't get home till after I was up for work, which gives me nasty premonitions on how I'd cope if I ever found myself alone, but the passionate involvement is gone on my part. No leaping flames of desire, but a sunk-in, smouldering fire like a coal mine that burns for years.

I think I was imprinted at an early age that There Is Love, and There Is Friendship, and Never Shall the Twain Meet.

I had that role model as well. You can break it! It can be done! We can rebuild it!

Hmmm.

Unless he's left his shoes out smack in the middle of the hall again and I've tripped over them at 6:30 a.m. *again*. Well, no, even then. Maybe sometimes.

Well yeah, those kind of things I get pissed about for a while, until I just start making fun of him for them.

I had that role model as well. You can break it! It can be done! We can rebuild it!

Hmmm.

Teppy and Steve Austin, sittin' in a tree....

I think I was imprinted at an early age that There Is Love, and There Is Friendship, and Never Shall the Twain Meet.

I can't even process this. Seriously, I try to imagine love without friendship and my brain just goes ERROR: INVALID INPUT. PLEASE USE THE BACK BUTTON ON YOUR BROWSER.

Ah, that makes sense, Aimee. I have a denim jacket I rarely wear, as it is the same color denim as all my jeans, and I can't deal with all-one-color.

Also don't like sushi, or coffee. I really need to get a bike, as mine stayed in RI.

Throat hurty ness sucks. I hope it gets better soon, Gloomcookie