My best friends are many people. They’re the people I lived with in college, the people I met as a teenager on the Internet through my love of Something Corporate and the Get Up Kids, the people who lived with me in a renovated Victorian mental hospital on top of a hill in Northern England, the people who shared my ecstatic stress in grad school, and the people who edit dirty books with me on a daily basis.

My best friends are my parents, my boyfriend, my perfect little dog, and even a girl who drew a stick figure with a text bubble reading “I hate rap!” on the first day of middle school.

I’m a lucky person, and this list could go on for a very, very long time.

And did I include Justin’s cat, George? I fucking love that cat.

(56 day challenge)