Journey to the Center of the Petty

You know your friendship is on the fringes when you're not tagged in one of those epicly awful facebook notes.  I'm just saying.  Times like these you learn who your real friends are (aka the ones who remember your fear of nipple infection but assure you everything will be fine, the ones who buy you vodka in Baltimore so you can sing Captain and Tenille while plastered together, you know, the classy ones).  That's just two of my friends.  But you know who you are, and...all together now:  Thank you for being a friend.