If you’re looking at my blog and wondering who that fine little firefly is, it’s my best friend. She’s a hearty mix of amazing and I love her like bumble bees love honey. She wears my shirts everywhere and tells people nice things about me when I’m not around. And well, I feel like bear hugging her via the internet (I don’t really hug her that much in person, but that’s because I usually try to have end up having sex with all the girls I hug. I just give her hi-fives and cool head nods).
This is us sitting in some mountain. I don’t know why she’s dressed for a softball game. Nor do I know why I’m looking into her ear.
This is us on Skype. We were getting ready to watch Eyes Wide Shut. She’s the one with her shirt off.
Us at a costume party in Tel Aviv. I was wearing a toga made out of hotel bed sheets until I got drunk and decided to wear Sammy’s clothes. Surprisingly her tights fit my ass perfectly.
I was wearing her 16-year-old sister’s sweat shirt and some skiing goggles I found in her mom’s closet. We’re high… like really high.
Sammy and I got real drunk and walked into a candy store. I didn’t feel like paying for these items so I just stuck them in her shirt and carried her out. That turquoise shark candy was delicious.
In Brooklyn–when I had a full mouth, a full head of hair and some weird coffee mugs.
This was a couple of days ago before we got our faces painted and attempted to drink around the world at Epcot. I don’t know the old guy in the back looking at Sammy’s boobs, but it’s totally understandable… they were poppin in that tank top.
Those are the dopest humps I’ve ever seen on a camel.
Sam you’re my boo. Thanks for continuing to be a great friend and a wonderful workout wife. But most importantly, thank you for being weird enough to make me feel normal. Me mucho gusto you and I plan to forever celebrate Jewish holidays at your parent’s house (the brisket is the bomb). You’re always putting the feelings of those you care about in front of your own, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. I’ve noticed–stop doing it. Well, expect for me. Love yourself. You’re going to go on to do great things and I’ll be there to make fun of you every step of the way.
I love you–bro… ah fuck it. I love you Samantha,
Daniel Dickey
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I’m crying right now. I love and miss you guys so much!!!!!!!
Nicely put. Great homage to a good friend.
Dalia you make my heart dance.
This is one of the sweetest things i’ve ever read.
It’s like the notebook but about friendship.
I need to hug people more and be nicer.
I will let my cousins play my just dance 3 wii game today.
but i go first.
- Janelle “is not a” Coward
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