today you are fourteen years old and i remember your birth like it was oh, but yesterday. i held you in my arms as you spittled down your chin and said, “beer me.”
you are my clone.
you are the bluntest funniest blunt and you roll your eyes a lot and your cds are a mess like mine and it’s my favorite when the best songs skip anyway.
you tole the POD he had the worst haircut during truth or dare jenga and i pissed down my leg. not ‘cos he does have the worst hair but out of us he does, for obvious reasons because it is not long and lustrous and flowing like a river. sorry POD, it’s still pretty nice though.
most of my clothes look better on you.
you had a spazz-attack, i had a scarier one, and i think we are still friends.
just come back soon so i can re-gift you some raymithings. i miss you and the rentme-stolen bicycle needs a reason to be ridden into your floozy little heart again.
You’re pretty and i miss you. happy birthday. let’s make a aimeeraymibaby. it would tool the world.
BFF!
