I Am Very Tall

I have a friend. She is without a doubt, one of my favorite friends in the world. I met her recently when I was still in school, and even though we only really knew each other for the space of a month or two, it was very clear to me that she was one of those rare people that you just know will be your friend forever. Or at least until the school year is over, but hopefully for longer than that.

In any case, on top of being fun, witty and charming, she is also one of the most thoughtful people I know. She sent me a card when I moved into my new apartment, and even sent me something for my birthday.  Or at least, she says she did, but is apparently having trouble figuring out how many stamps she needs to put on the damn thing.


One of the more amusing things about her is her undying affection for Taylor Swift. She knows every song, and even worked for Taylor's label (and now has a photo of herself standing and smiling with America's Amazonian Sweetheart).  And for some reason, of all the T. Swift songs that she knows, the one song that she sings at me all the time is, "Mean." Specifically, she likes to repeat the following stanza, in some abbreviated form:

"All you are is mean. And a liar. And pathetic. And alone in life, and mean. And mean. And mean."