Sprinkles

 

Jessssssie

My cousin, the person whom I’ve shared a thousand memories and laughed the hardest with in my entire life. You’ll forever be my sprinkles after getting in a car accident and a cup of sprinkles flying out all over the road. Marshmallow, my nickname and marshmallows dangling off my bangs and us laughing till we peed. Killer Klowns from Outer Space. Us going to watch The Exorcist with our big ol’ lollipops at the movie theater. Sneaking out of the house millions of times. You calling Rider High School pretending to be my dad and me being your mom. Me falling upstairs and us both crab walking from laughter. Me rolling down my window at the dude checking us out calling him a Mustard Fucker! You being my Ketchup Licker! Popping squats. Your stick tree noise that caused me to laugh for an hour straight. Our Graham Central Station days and the dude in the “Ross from Friend’s” sweater. Queef gnome. Pimping your gimp because we had to park in handicapped parking. You visiting me in San Diego and almost getting into a fist fight with the ex. You literally running to my house to hug me as soon as my dad died and grabbing me as I almost fell to the ground. You being the very first person to come see my little Kevie in the hospital. Honestly, you’re one of those people that make me, me. You’re pretty much my twin I think. Where there is Jessie, there’s Stephi. Thank you for always being there for me during the funniest of times, the most random of times, and the absolute worst times. Even the moments where I've totally #9'ed! I love you, sprinkles.