I tried to write this post while on an plane from Phoenix to New York today. It started well enough, but quickly became...I don't know....meaningless. Black letters can't possibly describe all these feelings and stories and thoughts and endless amounts of love. So, I'll just say what I've been telling everyone on the phone today and yesterday, as I call to say the hardest thing to people who, like me, loved that girl like no other. She was stubborn and beautiful and totally crazy and loving and a bitch and blunt and obstinate and passionate and amazing and the most loyal friend anyone could ever hope for. So, stop crying damnit, and celebrate her life and yours. Raise your Jack and Coke (and it better not be Pepsi) high, in honor of Julia Lynn Vega, 10/9/81-1/5/09. Bitches.
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