Amy is upset that I have not written about her on my web site. Apparently, Amy thinks that if I’m not mentioning her on my web site, that she is not a part of the “Lanagan elite,” the term I just coined three seconds ago meaning my group of best friends. However, I have tried to reassure Amy that just because she’s not on my web site yet, it doesn’t mean that she won’t ever be. Most of my friends get a mention on my web site because a) they’ve done something funny or stupid b) we’ve done something funny or stupid together.
Now, what most people don’t know about Amy is that she is the funniest fucking person on the planet. We were watching the news the other night, and there was a story about a memorial service being held for a US soldier at Mall 205. Amy starts in on this hilarious monologue: “Why would anyone want to have a memorial service at the mall? It’s like, “let’s all gather at Lloyd Center in front of the Orange Julius stand, because you know how he would have loved them…”
Do you feel better, Amy? Do you now know how loved and appreciated you are? We should get together so that I have more material for my web site we are spending way more quality time together.
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