Rachelle J. Hruska

I had a rock collection that I polished everyday…this and playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with the neighborhood boys was pretty much how I spent all of my free time from 1991-1993. I also started this other rad site: guestofaguest.com Email me at Rachelle [at] guestofaguest [dot] com Clicky Web Analytics
Mar 05
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Simko, Remember that time I was talking to that one boy on the phone, you know that one, and I had been really upset- and not even your funny banana phone was cheering me up- and you took out a notepad and started writing silly things on it like “remember easy breezy, it’s 2010!” and stuff like that that only we would get a kick out of because we are weird, and it became painful for me to keep my laughter in, which was a serious problem since I was on the phone with “the boy” having a serious conversation. Then I forgot why I was upset in the first place. We carried on our night drinking wine and talking about how silly our lives are…how one day we’d like to be the type of people that know that they should “waterproof” expensive fur rugs because they aren’t worth anything if they aren’t surrounded by friends spilling bottles of red wine on them, and that so and so is turning into such a such and such and isn’t that just so cool/sad/weird/funny/interesting. God I get a kick out of you. You laugh at my jokes when they aren’t funny, you make fun of boys with me, you tell me when I’m acting like a child and need to grow up, you take theme parties seriously, and, in true Simko style, you won’t even care that this Birthday wish is a day late. I knew when I met you an adventure was about to begin…. [Simko’s Birthday Last Year]

Simko,

Remember that time I was talking to that one boy on the phone, you know that one, and I had been really upset- and not even your funny banana phone was cheering me up- and you took out a notepad and started writing silly things on it like “remember easy breezy, it’s 2010!” and stuff like that that only we would get a kick out of because we are weird, and it became painful for me to keep my laughter in, which was a serious problem since I was on the phone with “the boy” having a serious conversation. Then I forgot why I was upset in the first place. We carried on our night drinking wine and talking about how silly our lives are…how one day we’d like to be the type of people that know that they should “waterproof” expensive fur rugs because they aren’t worth anything if they aren’t surrounded by friends spilling bottles of red wine on them, and that so and so is turning into such a such and such and isn’t that just so cool/sad/weird/funny/interesting. God I get a kick out of you.

You laugh at my jokes when they aren’t funny, you make fun of boys with me, you tell me when I’m acting like a child and need to grow up, you take theme parties seriously, and, in true Simko style, you won’t even care that this Birthday wish is a day late.

I knew when I met you an adventure was about to begin….

[Simko’s Birthday Last Year]