This morning I decided to select a friend. I know this sounds kinda weird. But I was reading a book wherein this chick mentions that her friend was helping her pick out an outfit. I noticed that that may be why I walk around looking hobolicious all the time. So I thought it might be fun to start taking applications for a friend.
So then at church God sat a friend prospect right next to me. And I was too chicken to even say hello. She’s someone I “know” from the twitterverse. So anyway. I chickened out on the whole friend finding thing.