And so begins the saga that is : HOLLY.
My crazy funny, crazy smart, crazy awesome, just plain crazy Holly.
Oh and did I mention she's pretty and witty and hilarious and inventive and shocking? Yeah, she wears a lot of hats. (Not literally 'cause that would be dumb, but ya know)
I've known Holly since the revolutionary war or something. A really long time. And she's been who she is all along. I think she was born with her personality completely formed. She's uniquely unique. Some people try to be unique, but Holly? Nah, that's real. She's seriously that awesome.
I could list hundreds of things I've laughed about with her but they boil down to the same four categories:
making fun of ourselves
death
other people
miscellaneous
And hours can go by. Hours. Where we sit around laughing until our stomachs ache and our glasses are empty. And those hours? Those are some of the best hours of my life. And I have a feeling they will always be in my top memories. Because when I need to smile, when I need something to pull me up all I have to think about is the time Holly threw a rock at me during lacrosse practice causing me to drop my stick in mid-shot. Meanhwile, no one saw her throw the rock and I got in trouble for dropping my stick and not taking the shot.
And I know I love her because it was such a great move that I didn't even get mad.
And when you're walking down the street and see a girl throw herself to the ground and start screaming something, well that's probably Holly. Just step over her. She's ok. She's just expressing herself.
There's no one else like her.
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