I've been waiting for this moment, for all my life...

Since this is my first foray into Mad Madam M-land and she asked me to throw up a blog because her 'net is down, I decided to make a list of all the reasons I'm her best friend:

1. I completely understand her fetish for all things pop culture, though I don't share it. If I didn't understand, we couldn't be friends. If I shared it, wee'd be too much alike and we couldn't be friends. Sense a pattern?
2. When she told me it was Jensen Ackles birthday today, I immediately assured her that the older he gets, the lower his asking price will be when I'm famous enough to buy him for her as her own personal pool boy. I want to be a fmous author, and we all need a loyal entourage to spoil. It's the perfect set-up for both of us, I think.
3. She's totally supportive of my writing career, but she never reads my books. Why does this make us awesome friends? I write romance! She doesn't need to read the kind of stuff that come out of my head. Ewwww.
4. I watched Buffy for her. I mean, that says something right there. I'm just not sure what. Anyway...moving on!
5. We both suffered through the same heinous senior project together. And there was ice cream after. Lots of ice cream.
   
6. We both went to grad school. It was in different states, so how would this draw us together? Grad school messes with your mind, man. You'll never be the same again. So, we're similarly wacked out.
7. When we're old and widowed and still wacked out, we can be biddies with fifty cats. The neighbors can think we're weird and smell kind of old-lady menthol funny, but we'll still be propping up and reassuring each other delusions. That's what real friends are for. They don't help you move or move bodies, they see that you're crazy and old and lie to your face about it to make you feel better.