Katie Keith.
Pizza Hut.
Many years.
Cottage cheese and animal crackers.
BFF.
Thought I chased people at work with knives (it was Maria, not me).
Makes out with a hot canadian every night.
Doesn't do commitment.
Ate a small thin pineapple pizza last night.
I gave her a jug of bubbles.
I wrote a break-up note on it (a very poetic one, at that).
Michael cried when he said goodbye forever to her.
She has an excellent Irish brogue.
Once, in high school, my boyfriend snapped her bra at work.
We were both mad at him.
Tomorrow is her birthday party.
She has really nice eyebrows.
Julia doesn't hate her anymore.
I never did.
I miss her.
Forget all the reckless things we've done, Katie Keith. I think our lives have just begun.
(this has been a chee-eesy ode to Katie Keith, who deserves it).
1 comment:
Suzin,
I love you. Never forget that. I can't believe after 5 long years, our Pizza Hut days are over. I miss you already. And I'm keeping those bubbles with me forever. Thanks for the Ode, it was even better than getting points. I heart you.
-Katie
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