Ode to Des

So Des is leaving me.
She came to Utah,

She is my wing-woman.

So because she's leaving me, I thought I'd do a little obituary of our good times

and the things I love about her.

**Des isn't afraid to dance like a black woman.

** She is the one person I know that can stare at a Taco Bell menu for ten minutes and only order a quesadilla.

** She appriciates history, knowledge, and learning.

**She's a professional phlebby and sticks really well.

**When I was really poor and hungry she made me alfredo on a Sunday, at my house. I just watched.

** Sometimes she does my dishes, or helps.

**She loves CA as much as me, and together we realize that we had it good there.

** She doesn't judge me and my messy apartment.

** She lets me whine, vent, and cry, and helps me realize that life is still good.

** She understands that skinny jeans and heels just make your butt look amazing.

** On the dance floor she has this ability to draw ALL non-white men.

** When I eye a guy, she pushes me towards him.

**She doesn't get embarassed. She laughs at me when I get embarassed.

** She makes me feel cool, even when I know I'm not.

**She helps me put life into perspective.

** By watching her I have learned what friendship is about. It's give and take.

(but she's a lot better at giving than anyone I know)

Ode to Des. Love ya girl.