A C-Chord in Harmony
Let's drink to friendships. Not those people who you talk to every once in a while. Not to those who love you 'cept when you overstep those forbidden bounds. Not even to those whom you just recently met in which the two of you seem so "conveniently" inseparable. But, to those who love you in a chord. Particularly, a C-Chord. A C-Chord consists of the notes C-E-G-C. What's interesting about the c-chord is that with the different notes, when they're put together they are complimentary. Their differences are put in harmony.
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So, here's to you Ebonee Joi and our first meeting in the basement of the old First Baptist Church when we were 11 years old and there were only 200 members as opposed to 5,000. Here's to our first argument at Great Adventure when you asked me to watch your bag while you went on the rollercoaster with the boys and I got jealous and told all the girls that you left me there so you could flirt. Here's to that great big secret in high school that could have ripped us apart, but look at us now. Here's to Devel forgetting to buy you a corsage at your prom and your smiling face watching me walk the red carpet at mine. Here's to voicemail and three way. Here's to you forgiving me freshman year when you came all the way up to visit me and our entire weekend was centered around my boyfriend. Here's to that following summer when we decided to become over zealous virtuous women of God and literally, trampled on anyone that got in our way. Here's to the time you met "your husband" and I didn't agree and we stopped talking for 3 months. Here's to Living Stones and Shepherd's Flock...or the artist formally known as. Here's to all your boyfriends and husbands that i've ever hated. Here's to the Bermuda trip, poor Keith, Prince and Medusa's Lair. Here's to when you were "dead wrong" and you needed someone to agree with you and I did even if you were wrong (and vice versa). Here's to every time you violated one of my pet pievial codes and I accuse you of being condecending, you accuse me of being moody and mean-spirited, and I in turn, accuse you of always "playing the victim". Here's to 20 missed calls and 5 voicemails, but 4 of them are from you in which they all take up the time span allowed to send a message.
Here's to the laughs, the tears, the betrayals, the arguments, the break-ups, the all night prayers, Sunday night prayer, the mood swings, the indecisiveness and the great whim of ideas never followed through with.
And finally...Here's to "Once Upon a Dream": Just another melody in C-Chord.
anyone else wanna make a toast?
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So, here's to you Ebonee Joi and our first meeting in the basement of the old First Baptist Church when we were 11 years old and there were only 200 members as opposed to 5,000. Here's to our first argument at Great Adventure when you asked me to watch your bag while you went on the rollercoaster with the boys and I got jealous and told all the girls that you left me there so you could flirt. Here's to that great big secret in high school that could have ripped us apart, but look at us now. Here's to Devel forgetting to buy you a corsage at your prom and your smiling face watching me walk the red carpet at mine. Here's to voicemail and three way. Here's to you forgiving me freshman year when you came all the way up to visit me and our entire weekend was centered around my boyfriend. Here's to that following summer when we decided to become over zealous virtuous women of God and literally, trampled on anyone that got in our way. Here's to the time you met "your husband" and I didn't agree and we stopped talking for 3 months. Here's to Living Stones and Shepherd's Flock...or the artist formally known as. Here's to all your boyfriends and husbands that i've ever hated. Here's to the Bermuda trip, poor Keith, Prince and Medusa's Lair. Here's to when you were "dead wrong" and you needed someone to agree with you and I did even if you were wrong (and vice versa). Here's to every time you violated one of my pet pievial codes and I accuse you of being condecending, you accuse me of being moody and mean-spirited, and I in turn, accuse you of always "playing the victim". Here's to 20 missed calls and 5 voicemails, but 4 of them are from you in which they all take up the time span allowed to send a message.
Here's to the laughs, the tears, the betrayals, the arguments, the break-ups, the all night prayers, Sunday night prayer, the mood swings, the indecisiveness and the great whim of ideas never followed through with.
And finally...Here's to "Once Upon a Dream": Just another melody in C-Chord.
anyone else wanna make a toast?
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