On Jennifer

At one point Jenn told me she sometimes reads this and is saddened because I sound all cranky and uncheerful, so I’ll make this one especially smiley

SMILES. JENN BRINGS ME SMILES. No but in all seriousness, Jennifer has been one of my best friends for quite some time, and whenever I hang out with her it’s very clear why. Even though we’ve grown apart a bit in the past few years, there aren’t a lot of people I can flop down with on a couch after not really talking to all week and still know we’re totally on the same page. Jenn has given me some of the best things ever, from memories of Girl Scouts DDR and New York to more tangible things like my bunny slippers. Oh my god. I love my bunny slippers so much and I wear them everywhere inside and they could only have come from one wonderful person. Jenn is a breathtakingly beautiful ballerina, and you should not let the alliteration of that phrase undermine its sincerity. I genuinely love watching her dance, and I’m happy that this year at the Nutcracker she finally got the obnoxious group of teenagers cheering for her that she’s always deserved. Also she should get the fricking Magnificat solo on tour because she the best on it. And that’s almost completely objective. Also she builds houses for people in Mexico. No big. Everywhere she goes Jenn is excitable, friendly to all, and fun fact she’s not actually quiet. Fooled you. That champ.