Hi Frank.
Frank, Frank, Frank. Where do I start, Francis Michael Thomas Stephen Roddy?
Frank and I go back a good while, as you can tell if you read that link. I love the boy to bits, as much as I sometimes want to hit him for being awkward with his love interests and for procrastinating, and for the fact I had to ring him and text him repeatedly to do that faithful deed in January. But regardless, he's pretty damn awesome. I was going to say amazing, but I know he prefers the term awesome.
Frank likes to laugh at my love life quite a lot. Hell, I like to laugh at my love life quite a lot. It's quite funny. The most memorable reference to it from him went something like this.
Me: Man, I love Moulin Rouge.
Frank: Only you would find a love story about a prostitute cute.
Me: But it's amazing!
Frank: Ri, It's basically your love life. Except yours is more dramatic.
But even though he laughs at all the boys, and all the "wait, why did I do that?" moments in my life, I know he'll be there for me when things get low. He's proven that point a few times.
Plus, he stood up for me. When a certain someone, who in fairness doesn't like me for a good reason, and technically Frank's the reason she doesn't like me, was saying shit, Frank was all like, "Woah, shut up now". So yeah, awesomeness.
However he did forget one of the plans of ours for the summer. He is walking me to my house from town, and having food and movies. We probably won't watch the movie. Not that way, guys, Cathal, NO. I'm like his mother. He'll probably just laugh at the amount of people I say is a ride and we'll debate on it. He doesn't have the same taste as me. Sometimes, his women look like pokemon. Or they're crazy. True story, it's all in their eyes.
Frank shall be mentioned more in this blog, simply because I think I talk to him more then like anyone. Well except Sinead, but even then, some days, Frank is definitely more so there.
I also always get him in trouble with Shauna, which is fun. I now think of her as Sha, dammit. And I influence him to do things, like trolling. He taught me that word, he did. I can use culchie language now because of him. Though I shouldn't be proud of that.
But yeah, here you go Franky baby.
Franky baby, hurry down my chimney tonight, oh oh...
I better text you now and tell you to look at this.
Love ya dude.
Ri x
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