my good friend christina ricci

i got this friend. some call her christina ricci. most don't. only One really calls her christina ricci, and this is about that One. So my friend lives with that One. they make a good team. they cook elaborate meals and don't clean up. they buy mold spray for the bathroom, and don't ever use it. they spill the ashtray on the carpet, and leave it, cuz that's gross. they have a nice coffee maker, and a dvd player, with a respectably growing dvd library. they are getting along quite nicely. they live peacely, and fill their small apartment with knowledge, comfort, and love. the One That I Am Talking About has a beautiful relationship with a very nice young man, and they get along quite nicely as well. the one who is called christina ricci, however, has voiced concern numerous times about this very nice young man visiting the small apartment. she does not know why. she likes this young man in every respect. he doesn't have any noticeable odor, he is polite, he does not eat all the food. as it goes, this young man is an ideal visitor, yet the one called christina ricci finds a block next to that welcome sign. she does not know why. this has caused undue stress on the One That I Am Talking About. the One That I Am Talking About brings the one she calls christina ricci coffee from the nice coffee maker when her cup is empty. the One That I Am Talking About calls the one called christina ricci strong, and hardcore.

my friend is unaware of the cause for this hostility. she herself doesn't understand it. she just doesn't know why. she enjoys the young man's company. he does not take away from the love, and comfort of their small apartment. this young man adds to it because he makes the One That I Am Talking About happy. he is a good young man, and she is a good One. my friend christina ricci just doesn't know how to tell the young ones this. she doesn't know why. her hostility takes away from the knowledge, comfort, and love. my friend will never mention it again.