They left me with sunglasses.
Sunglasses that I love and coveted while they wore them, but still, sunnies.
Now obviously by a-holes I mean my best friends and by leaving me I mean moving off on their own adventures and overall I mean that I am not bitter or jealous but extremely happy for their success and grateful for their friendship and they clearly left me with loads of love and memories.
But still, they move away and leave me with nothing but sunnies. (Well, the boy left me some rad jeans, but that’s maybe another post about fitting perfectly into boy jeans)
You see, my roommate moved to Seattle in April (sending me into, yes, a certain homeless tailspin), and my best fella friend moved to Toronto at the beginning of this week, and while I have awesome friends (friends, friends, friends) that I am constantly grateful for, it’s still not the same. So today, they’re a-holes.
Oh, and this also counts as the roomie’s HAPPY BIRTHDAY post. HAPPY 31st BIRTHDAY, it’s probably not worse than 30, but you’re still an a-hole! LOVE YOU!