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Thursday, June 23, 2005
The Friendship of Fart Boy and Dildo Boy
Like a beacon of light through dark days, that's what I've been to my friends, a strong pillar of support. Sometimes you watch them make the same mistakes over and over. Sometimes you interfere. Sometimes you wait for them to come to you when they're ready. But always, you let them know that you're a bright light that will be on their side through thick and thin.
Over the past six months, my friendship with Redboy has grown exponentially. I've helped him through some difficult relationships, and in turn, we have garnered each others' trust. He has become of one of my closest friends. Having said that, he still asks questions to this day as to why I didn't sleep with him back in September. Now, I can't ever imagine having sex with him. It's just... I can't go there anymore, not with him. But what I do know is that when the time comes when I need his help, he'll be there.
Anyways, I don't really have much of a point with this blogpost other than to share that I have been blessed with a new nickname. Redboy found a dildo sitting on my coffee table (this should teach me a lesson to put away personal items in the event of unforecasted guests!), he is now calling me "Dildo Boy". I can't quite say that I'm proud of this alias. But whatever.
Redboy: 1
Dildo Boy: 0
How sweet was revenge when Redboy released a deadly fartbomb amidst conversation in my apartment. For the purposes for his teasing, I'm now calling Redboy, "Fartboy" on this blog.
"Geez, Fartboy, what have you been eating?"
"I had beef..." he says flushed red of embarrassment.
Redboy Fartboy: 1
Dildo Boy: 1
I think I'll keep count of our embarrassments here.
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