On to my next girly: Pamela.
Pammy, Bamela, Pam. Our Egyptian, Cleopatra-looking goddess.
Every single group needs a Pam. The funny (I mean hilarious), gorgeous, chick who loves to dance and keep you tuned in the celebrity world. The perfect wing woman. Without a doubt will get a whole room of people focused on us with her jokes and super sexy swagged out style. She's so in tune with pop culture that half of the time I can't keep up with her #hashtag conversations, (and I more or less work my full time job within the pop culture world).
I think one of my favorite stories to tell about Pam is that she used to be my bully. See, in 6th grade my parents decided to do the absolute worst thing that you could do to a fat, Harry Potter glasses wearing, big haired 12 year old girl; they took me out of my school with all my friends (who needless to say accepted me beyond my hideous exterior) and moved me to private school where I had exactly zero friends. And just like in the movies, I was the one who got picked on. And Pam was the popular, really cool girl who always had her nails painted, the coolest binders, and the best curly hair. Oh and she could play basketball (3 pointers for dayyys) so of course all the boys loved her. Well being that Pam is hilarious (she is her father's daughter), she used to pick on me. Saying what? I honestly don't remember. I guess it was your typical 6th grade type of bullying, nothing like what bullying is today though. The thing about Pam's jokes were that she really didn't mean them. She just did it because she was clever and witty and got people to laugh. And allll that stopped when she was invited to the end of the year pool party at my house that my parents convinced me to have despite the loser-lifestyle of crying every night I had all year long. Ever since that Saturday afternoon where she came over with the rest of our classmates, Pam has been one of my best friends.
We laugh when we tell the story because if any of you know Pam, you know the girl will keep it real but she is so not mean. She loved me for my pool when we were 12. But now she loves me for me. I think, I hope. Since the summer going into 7th grade we've been so close. Although we've had our differences about the types of people we wanted to hang out with in high school, and me wanting to drink before I was 21 or talking to boys that made me cut school and do things I shouldn't be doing, we've been pretty damn good friends to each other. Got through high school projects, college Halloween ragers, and a rack of fights and arguments. She's one of the best people to have by your side. The comic relief to any dramatic situation. She will tell you how it is, and whether you listen to her or not, she will still be there for you when everything in the world crumbles at your feet. Once she loves you, you're in with her. The perfect recipe to an amazing friendship.
Now contrary to what any of you might think, she is no longer the bully in our friendship...I'm pretty sure I take that roll now. Her roll is to send me daily snap chats of her at the gym workin her coca-cola figure, pics of her snacks and meals, and blowing up my phone uncontrollably with angry face texts about how she misses me and our group needs to get together more often.
Oh, and I can't forget her #awesome #hashtagging skills and keeping up with the daily drama of celebrity life and #NoVa gossip. She has our group covered with the latest nail trends and who's engaged to who. Gotta love me some Bamela.
My irreplaceable Bamela, I love you.
Everyone, good luck finding your own personal, #hastagging, beautiful comedian. :)
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Pammy, Bamela, Pam. Our Egyptian, Cleopatra-looking goddess.
Every single group needs a Pam. The funny (I mean hilarious), gorgeous, chick who loves to dance and keep you tuned in the celebrity world. The perfect wing woman. Without a doubt will get a whole room of people focused on us with her jokes and super sexy swagged out style. She's so in tune with pop culture that half of the time I can't keep up with her #hashtag conversations, (and I more or less work my full time job within the pop culture world).
I think one of my favorite stories to tell about Pam is that she used to be my bully. See, in 6th grade my parents decided to do the absolute worst thing that you could do to a fat, Harry Potter glasses wearing, big haired 12 year old girl; they took me out of my school with all my friends (who needless to say accepted me beyond my hideous exterior) and moved me to private school where I had exactly zero friends. And just like in the movies, I was the one who got picked on. And Pam was the popular, really cool girl who always had her nails painted, the coolest binders, and the best curly hair. Oh and she could play basketball (3 pointers for dayyys) so of course all the boys loved her. Well being that Pam is hilarious (she is her father's daughter), she used to pick on me. Saying what? I honestly don't remember. I guess it was your typical 6th grade type of bullying, nothing like what bullying is today though. The thing about Pam's jokes were that she really didn't mean them. She just did it because she was clever and witty and got people to laugh. And allll that stopped when she was invited to the end of the year pool party at my house that my parents convinced me to have despite the loser-lifestyle of crying every night I had all year long. Ever since that Saturday afternoon where she came over with the rest of our classmates, Pam has been one of my best friends.
We laugh when we tell the story because if any of you know Pam, you know the girl will keep it real but she is so not mean. She loved me for my pool when we were 12. But now she loves me for me. I think, I hope. Since the summer going into 7th grade we've been so close. Although we've had our differences about the types of people we wanted to hang out with in high school, and me wanting to drink before I was 21 or talking to boys that made me cut school and do things I shouldn't be doing, we've been pretty damn good friends to each other. Got through high school projects, college Halloween ragers, and a rack of fights and arguments. She's one of the best people to have by your side. The comic relief to any dramatic situation. She will tell you how it is, and whether you listen to her or not, she will still be there for you when everything in the world crumbles at your feet. Once she loves you, you're in with her. The perfect recipe to an amazing friendship.
Now contrary to what any of you might think, she is no longer the bully in our friendship...I'm pretty sure I take that roll now. Her roll is to send me daily snap chats of her at the gym workin her coca-cola figure, pics of her snacks and meals, and blowing up my phone uncontrollably with angry face texts about how she misses me and our group needs to get together more often.
Oh, and I can't forget her #awesome #hashtagging skills and keeping up with the daily drama of celebrity life and #NoVa gossip. She has our group covered with the latest nail trends and who's engaged to who. Gotta love me some Bamela.
My irreplaceable Bamela, I love you.
Everyone, good luck finding your own personal, #hastagging, beautiful comedian. :)
One more coming your way...
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