Dear My Friends,

You guys rock SO hard. You don't judge me when I wear shirts for dresses and make other
completely questionable decisions, and then you drive me home all the way across town while I am too incoherent to give you accurate directions. Plus you love me unconditionally, even when I am loud/obnoxious/clumsy/blonde. You're the best.

But Will You Love Me When I'm All Grown Up And Responsible?

CF

P.S. syyyyyke that'll never happen.