For years in really, real life, I had to listen as friends told me the Interwebz people I talked to were not people but screen names. It’s a good thing I never listened because last week I was booby flashed by two of those “not real people” and my partner was insta-jealous. He now 100% believes screen names are real people too.
That’s the thing about Internet friends, after awhile they become real friends. Real enough to flash their boobs, reference their vaginas, and blow ass.
And I absolutely love them for it.
In my twenties, I had a toddler so I never had the chance to party or college dorm. I spent the vast majority of my time with my head in a book underlining key passages from Southern fiction while simultaneously being just as excited as my kid that the Wiggles were playing Fruit Salad. The Wiggles came up this weekend when I bet my roomie that there was no way in hell their farewell tour included all the original members.
I’m holding firm that it was a draw as the tour IS original members, but the new Wiggles include a girl and only one original.
No way, I don’t have to be right all the time.
It takes some seriously sad folks to argue about a couple of Australians in primary colors. I couldn’t be more thrilled that I was surrounded by people just as pathetic as I am and by pathetic I mean the most awesome people ever.
People who listen to white rappers who really like thrift stores and people who pretend they aren’t working out except their ninja kicks say otherwise or one of the coolest bloggers ever who just so happens to have fantastic cleave.
Not that I was screaming CATHOLIC CRISIS! while they were not being jiggled nowhere near me.
If we got to see each other all the time, maybe it wouldn’t be so damn funny or awesome, but forget Disney. Send me to see my Internet peeps and wherever they are is the happiest place. Send me to Disney WITH the Internet peeps and I’ll be the fairy in slippers with the magic wand spreading my Internet dust all over the place.
Now there is no distinction: there are friends and then there are friends. The ones I had before are off turning into adults and the rest of us are holding on to being exactly who we are: the most awesome people you will ever want to meet. Or room with.