i love lifelong friends.

who you've known for twenty-seven years. who made ice cream on the playground with you when you were both five. who have the exact same taste in movies as you do. who like to eat at your favorite restaurants. who lean over and say that you never should have stopped writing, that you could have been an author, that your stories were good. who give you huge hugs when you say your goodbyes in the parking lot. who call you darling one, and say they'll see you soon.

cheeseburger in paradise was yummy. stranger than fiction was good. as jules said, a slow start with a strong finish. i'd call it a beautiful ending myself. it was touching, an odd in a good way. in a me and you and everyone we know, i heart huckabees sort of way. damien rice blaring in the car, on the drive home, as the rain slowly became snow was a good ending to a pretty good day. i've never really dreamt of having someone narrate my life, but i've often longed for my own personal soundtrack that played as life's moments took place.