What are friends for?

(kinda like mad libs basically)

Last night, as I sat in the bathroom eating mozzarella sticks and watching What Not to Wear, the telephone rang. When I picked it up, I heard a(n) talking sound. It was my romantic friend Ace. He told me that he couldn't solve the 500 problems that Miss Pantoja had assigned for homework.

I'm pretty playful in math, so it took me only 45 minutes to figure out the answers. “These problems are easy!” I told him. “Use your tissue.”

“It's broken!” he said. “I think my puppy said over it.”

“Then you'll just have to use your fingers!” I suggested sweetly.

“wow! You're a big help! The next time I need advice, I'll call Demetri Martin,” he shouted.

I don't know why Ace was so mad. Did he want me to give him the answers?

i've been seeing his name everywhere.

and i mean everywhere.
since friday...
on pot covers, television shows with talking farm animals, tagged on on brick walls, urls, on someone's myspace, in one of jerry spinelli's books, in this manga i was reading, and on this television show about cakes.

is it a sign?

now when i caught myself i had to stop myself

from putting this into his truth box.
shall i put it in?
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there's just something that i really need to get off my chest...here it goes.
i like how furry your eyebrows are and how fluffy your hair is. i like the way that you never seem to get pale...ever. i like your attitude, even when it seems to offend me at times. i also like how immature you act when you get insulted, or just how immature you act in general. i like how you always randomly scare people, including me and how no matter how much you freak me out, there's always a comforting feeling afterward. i also really like the way you smile, and how you always manage to make me smile when i'm feeling down. i really like the way you make everyone feel included, the way you make me feel included. i like the way you never fail to talk to me at least once a day, even if it's only a word. i like how i feel so comfortable being around you even though i...well...i really like you.