Happy birthday to my slutcookie Bestie. We came so close to not being friends but managed to make peace that turned to full on love. She’s tough, blunt, says what she thinks and makes no apologies for being herself. But she’s loyal and protective and would fight to the death for you if she loves you. I count myself lucky to be loved by her and I love her dearly!
I wrote this for her and posted it in April 2012 but it gets an encore today:
Where some people spread hearts and flowers or rainbow shitting unicorns in their declarations Michele is more likely to slap your ass, grab your boobs and kiss your mouth, hard. She’s more direwolf than puppy and her tongue is honed to a razors edge. She is open and blunt. Filters are for pools, not mouths seems to be her creed. Michele is one of those brave court fools who in their jest tell the king the truths no one else can say and keep their head. She is that person who will say what the rest of us think but are too timid to say out loud.
And she has a language all her own. It sounds a lot like English but it’s more like Michelish. Bitch for example, insult right? But no…I’m her bitch. She tells me that when ever she texts or emails or calls. I love you my bitch. Hey my bitch how’s your day? I miss you bitch. I wear it like a badge
Sarcasm is an art and she paints with it as if she were channeling Picasso.