Filed under: Adventure!, awkward teen years/unfortunate adolescence, Being Sneaky, Celeb-U-Messes, cool beans, deep thoughts, everybody does it., HLM, just saying..., Kitteh, relationships | Tags: craig david, deep love, Feelings, feminism, Fun, Golden Girls, Idiots, stuff .m. likes, things -z- likes
last month, an MTV UK released the results of a poll asking people what they thought was the “Best Album Ever”… since 1981 (the year MTV was launched.) to no one’s surprise, No. 1 was Michael Jackson’s Thriller. but when they saw that No. 2 is Craig David’s Born to Do It, plenty of people were like, “what the fuck?” i’m sure the next question was “who is Craig David?”
i’ll tell you who the fuck Craig David is. only the artist behind the best record ever made for cultivating an amazing lifelong relationship.
the story of how -Z- and i came to know each other is a long, strange one, involving many weird and epic makings: lonely male co-eds on sports teams at a small Midwestern college, an old stick-shift SUV, roughly $18 between the two of us, not being told that we wouldn’t have anywhere of our own to sleep in an all-male dorm, a bottle of Jose Cuervo, a suspicious RA, a Pizza Hut and a basset-hound-faced cunt of a roommate/third trip-mate.
but how we came to be HLMs (hetero life-mates) can be described in a single album: Craig David.
i know Mr. David enjoyed much more success in Europe than he did in the U.S., but i have Born to Do It and still, to this day, i love it. i know -Z- feels the same way. but because most of our initial conversations were based on a mutual aggravation and condescension to my previously-mentioned shitty idiot roommate, we did not discover our mutual love of Craig David until a few weeks after our first adventure together.
discovering that mutual infatuation with tracks like “Fill Me In,” “Follow Me,” and “Rewind” was the moment we understood that the crooked, disjointed paths of our lives were finally making sense and had, despite the odds, led us to our respective counterpart: we had found our HLM.
ever since then, life has been great. a fuckin’ fairy tale. we’ve been separated by oceans, distracted by (losery dillhole) boyfriends, stuck in jobs located in different cities and focusing on figuring out what we’re going to do with our respective lives, but despite it all, our friendship hasn’t changed. we still do all kinds of stupid shit together (we dressed up like old ladies last year and went to Easter Brunch), we go on awesome/lame trips (L.A. was awesoooooome! the U.P. was stoopid!), we take silly timer pictures when we visit each other, we practically have our own language, we talk about everything from feminist theory to U.S. foreign policy in the Middle East to stupid celebrity gossip. and we have this ridiculous blog together.
i am not as close with anyone as i am with her. i don’t know what i would do if i didn’t have someone who appreciates my (sometimes overwhelming) cynicism and snarky personality. and i don’t know that we’d have found each other if it weren’t for Craig David.
2 Comments so far
Leave a comment