A friend will tell you you are beautiful even if you look like shit because you drank a bottle of Captain and threw up all down the front of your sparkly shirt.
A friend will say, “How was it?” not “Shame on you!” when you tell her you screwed the maintanance guy from work when you were still married.
A friend will not brag about how great her guy is when you tell her yours is sucking.
A friend will hug you and say “Everything will be ok” when you’re crying on the floor of your empty apartment after you’re left your husband and are wondering if you did the right thing.
A friend will say, “You’re a dork,” but sing along anyway when I’ll Never Break Your Heart by the Backstreet Boys comes on the radio.
A friend will tell you truthfully, “You sucked,” afteer you get done singing Proud Mary at karaoke. (For the record, that song is really tough to sing…)
A friend will go to a concert with you when you invite them- even if it IS Celtic Woamn you’re going to see.
A friend will think of you once or twice when she’s in Vegas with her boyfriend, and bring home those complimentary shampoos and lotions the hotel gives for you because they are pink, and you like pink. (I love you, Delightful!)
A friend will tell you you’re worth marrying, even if your Rockstar boyfriend doesn’t think so.
A friend will not judge you if you wear turquoise lame’ leggings because they are shiny and make you happy.
A friend will let you veg out on her couch and not make you talk if you don’t wanna.
A friend will not gawk at you and think inwardly, “What a piggy” when you inhale a large pizza in under 15 minutes.
A friend will tell you you’d make a great mom, even though you are telling her how you are on the edge of strangling your almost-step daughter.
A friend will tell you you look amazing naked, even though you don’t.
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