The Prescriptivist : It's not goodbye, just see you later.

She’s the outrageous one. She will never fail to make you chuckle, chortle, and then convulse in laughter. You will be in a good mood around her. She raps like Busta Rhymes, and has the bloody best accents I’ve ever heard. Oh dontchyaah know?

She’s the sweetie. And a natural-born mother. She teaches me so much about life & living it. She has an innate sense of knowing. Whether something is wrong or something is good – she knows.

She’s the example. She holds her family, her school work, and her Lord higher than anything. She is steady, sturdy, and secure, but she knows when to throw her lil curls back. She is too nice to ever be mad at, and oh, she definitely can’t hold down her spoon full of cinnamon.

She’s the organizer. Like apple-pie and sweater buttons! She is put together and has everything planned to a T. She will always say “buuuhbye, I luuve you!”, dragooning you to know that she cares. She would do absolutely anything to help absolutely anyone.

She’s the lover. She loves all things. She would never hurt a soul, and never wants anyone to feel left out. She’s strange, too. And has taught us all that it’s normal to be weird. She just wants to look like Ke$ha, okay? She is my rock.

She’s the girl. She’s the immaculate male mentor (with perfectly polished nails, obviously). She is super cute & is blunt in the best way. She will always tell you when you look sleepy without make up on, but she is always there for you; to be giddy, to be sad, to be frustrated. She’s there.

We are a single soul dwelling in seven bodies.

They know who I am

Understand where I’ve been

Accept what I’ve become,

And still allow me to grow.