the best friend

many people like to believe that they are my best friend.
matter of fact, it s been quite a while ever since i have abandoned the idea of one best friend. truth is, that everybody needs somebody near to their heart but nobody ever said that it has to be the one and same person for ever and ever. I also don't think that one friend is somehow better than the other but merely different.

and in diversity lies the beauty of this world.

it's amazing, however, how again and again i come across this idea that i most certainly will become or be or am the best friend of somebody....so told me my gipsy today in the morning when i asked him concerned whether i was talking too much 'no, i enjoy that and you seem to quickly one of my best friends.....'
well, i am willing, my dear, to be the best friend you ever had, as long as you don't expect me to stick to that label. i don't like sticky labels.
to be more specific..i hate them......

a best friend. a best friend....
well, let me tell you now of the person who is close to my heart here in hollywood. her name is klodetta and her nickname is 'my wife' because one day we decided that we should get married in Las Vegas.
the gorgeous thing about her is, that she is not only fun in herself and all about drinking, smoking and party and men, but she is also one of the best piano players i have ever heard in my life and that is a very crucial part for our friendship. this way we get to improvise together on the flute and piano and that is what helped me out of my crisis yesterday. i cried and sobbed and couldn't stop. no talking helped. nothing. but her playing.....
so she is what i d call a best friend

aaah. i am too tired now. number five turned up here, just coming from the airport, we met in his car, had a great conversation and some hot kisses all over and i was so freakin turned on but he left to leave us something to dream about.

fine. so i go now and dream. argh. argh argh.