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Sad day.

July 8, 2000

I was 13 years old that day. The day I made a new friend.

His name, was Harry Potter.

It's funny how quickly I fell in love. It was on a whim that my mother purchased this book. Wanting to know what all the fuss was about, she bought the first one on the day the fourth one released.

When asked prior to this day whether or not I wanted to read them, I sniffed rather disdainfully at my father saying they "looked stupid". Oh silly me.. If I had only known then.

This was also the week that my older sister started her first job at a Domino's in town. She had started Sorcerer's Stone before her shift, I of course, picked it up while she was working. My little head exploded. I was just starting chapter 10 when she came home. She'd had a rough day, answering phones, getting orders wrong, being called stupid by rude hungry people.. My mother made me give it back. After all she started it first. And had a bad day!

I was frustrated certainly.

I needed to know. What was going to happen next? Was it really Snape? Will Ron and Harry ever be friends with Hermione? These were all pressing issues people! Already I was hooked. From the very first chapter.

"The Boy Who Lived."

I knew there had to be a reason I needed to read them again. Knew it. See? One month shy of ten years Harry and I. One of my oldest and dearest friends. For books rarely ever let you down. Harry hasn't.

It's why I keep him around.

The Penguin...

Has a mustache!

Mwahaha! I love it!

This post is a long time coming.. After all I've had this sucker for about three weeks now. But as I am a procrastinator, you just have to suffer!

Anyway..

The very first time I met the lovely Ari we bonded over many a thing, not the least of which was a love of all things mustache. Twas upon this night the we discovered that in addition to this particular love, we each also lusted after a particular tattoo. Of a mustache. Upon our fingers.

Awesome.

So it was decided one dreary Monday evening over dinner and talking that it should done! Now! And by now, that meant the weekend! Woo!

Fast forward to the weekend. A lovely one it was.. I recall it fondly.. Nice and warm out..

Carrying on!

I took my cute behind over to Le House of Ari, nerves settling in my stomach. I was seriously about to go get my first tattoo.. Still had time to back out! But I did not! Ari's darling P joined us in our venture and we all headed out.

After getting to the tattoo parlor and talking to the man in charge, we waited. And waited. Ari's brother joined us. We kept waiting. Amusing ourselves by looking at the books placed upon the table for our perusal.

After what seemed like years, probably because I grew more nervous as the minutes ticked by, our artist came over and told us it was time. Ari decided to go first. At the time, I was fine with that. But then... He started. Her face of pain nearly broke me. Ohmahgah.. Pain was all I could see! I demanded to be hugged right then! (Oy, I can still see it!)

Then.. Twas my time.. Now, for whatever reason, we ended up getting our mustaches on opposite fingers, thus making it easy for me to hold her hand during the whole thing! I am not ashamed to admit that. Anyway, I sat, demanded (For apparently am demanding when nervous..) for Ari's hand to hold. Then came, the pain. Oh holy buttons it hurt. It was pretty amusing to witness I imagine. I kept trying to distract myself by talking, so it was all nonsense. However there was much art and stuff upon the walls for me to point out whilst wincing. Seriously, "Ow ow.. Oooo! The White Stripes! Love them.. Ow!" That's how I was.

But it was totally worth the pain yo. All three and a half minutes of it. :) Because I now have a sweet 'stache that I can whip out whenever I need to be taken seriously. No one disputes me when I bust it out.

We are amazing.

Photo shamelessly stolen Ariana herself. :)

This.

I..

Am happy.

Delirious even.

And I don't even know how to describe it. Just to say that I am.

I have The Bun. Family. Great friends. A job that I may even love. A wicked storm raging..

What more could a girl ask for?

I made cookies!

For Valentine's Day!

Because I wanted to.

I generally don't do too much for this particular holiday, but I was in the mood to bake this year. What else to do than bake? My friends seemed to enjoy them. Which is all that counts.

I made my absolute favorite cookie of all time, "Sunny Cocoa Drop Cookies". They are the stuff. I'm not even kidding, these suckers rock. My younger brother came downstairs while I was baking and says, "I smell sunny cocoa drop cookies."

Seriously.

So I gave them to my friends and family. They all agreed that they are awesome and The Stuff.

What's your favorite cookie?