Happy Birthday to Tawnya Kittain!

Tawnya has been my best friend for...uh, 13 years now and tomorrow is her 32nd birthday. So, far, besides the saggier tits and eye-wrinkles, I've really liked being 32 and I hope she does too. The first night I can remember hanging out with Tawnya was the summer she graduated highschool, 1993. She came over with some mutual friend or something, I honestly don't remember. We were listening to the Beatles and I was having one of those purge-moments, where I spent the entire evening doling out my superfluous possessions. Tawnya was a bright spark in a bad time (friend-wise) in my life. I don't know if all women go through this, but I had just discovered that all in my circle of friends were evil, backstabbing hookers who couldn't stop talking behind each other's backs. One day it hit me: Hey, I bet these dirty hookers are talking about me behind my back. Damn. It was a liberating moment because it freed me from three lousy friendships with just about the biggest assholes that ever lived ...and opened the door to a new kind of friendship and though it's cheesy, I'm going to say it; sisterhood.
Tawnya is the first friend I've ever had that felt like family...like a real sister. We argue and we piss each other off, but at the end of the day I know that she will tell me the truth and I can tell her the truth...and we can still make each other laugh a lot.
She's one of the more special people on the planet and I don't mean that she's retarded. What I mean to say is she's just about the kindest person I've ever known. She really tries to find a way to understand everyone she knows. She cuts people slack even when they don't deserve it and from my perspective of like, really hating to cut slack....I'm envious. It's a real gift to love almost everyone unconditionally...but, that's who she is. She's also a terrible driver, but that's for another post.
This is this, Tawnya. This ain't something else. This is this.