And the card attached would say...Thank you for being a friend

I'm lucky that I have friends...

• who can pull me out of my apathy (not an easy feat by anyone's standards).
• who make me want to be better all around...because of their awesomeness.
• who tell me to I'm prettier than x,y, and z
• who want me in their lives.
  
• who call, email and text message...even when I don't.
• who call at midnight because they found someone they think I should marry and think of elaborate schemes to make me fall in love.
• who tell me that they're proud of being my friend.
• who miss me when I don't IM for days, or haven't seen me in years.
• who know not to hug me when I'm crying.
• who get my humor and think I'm funny even when I'm pushing it.
• who trust me enough to ask for my opinion.
• who know that their secrets are safe with me.
• who, when coming over to my house, call as they drive by the supermarket to ask if I need anything. Do I have enough drinks? Ice? Napkins?
• who will tell me to trim my hair 'cause no prince is ever gonna need to climb it.
• who tell me my pants are too tight, my shirt is too short, my bun is too big.
• who will make tea and bum with me at home when I don't feel like going out.
• who will read someone's facebook status and then call me screaming "OMG! YOU HAVE TO CHECK X'S STATUS."
• who believe in me.
• who love my mom, because (1)she's my mom (2) she's amazing
• who love me.
• who share good memories, bad memories and embarrassing ones in private only.
  
• who answer my absurd questions, most frequently "do you think misyar's halal? would you ever do it?"
  
• who share my love for Michael Scott, President Bartlett, Liz Lemon, Stephen Colbert and Nikki Hendrickson. And Sam Seaborn. Especially Sam Seaborn.
  
• who get psyched about watching political debates with me.
  
• who will listen to me going on and on about Kuwaiti politics whether they're interested or not.
• who allow me to make Arabic coffee in our shared room, even when the leftover grinds looks like diarrhea in the bathroom trashcan.
• who allow me to be part of their lives.
• who answer my many many many unnecessary questions.
• who trust me with their kids.
• who ride in my car, regardless of how clean, stinky or fancy it is.
• who share my love for Nigra.
• who bring nail polish with them 'cause they got some that will match the outfit I'm wearing tomorrow.
• who attempt to wake me up for Fajer prayer. Even though they've tried all five days this week with no success.
  
• who share their books with me.
• who share my Sarah Palin hate.
  
• who will not blackmail me with photos/videotape/recordings of me.
• who are patient.
• who will pick me up from airports even when they have better things to do.
• who will drop me off at airports including Sharjah International. Even with Dubai-Sharjah traffic jams.
• who will drive all the way from Abu Dhabi to spend a day with me.
• who will find a way to spend a few hours with me even when it's not the most convenient time/place for them.
• who will lend me hair accessories, dresses, shoes and whatever else they think I may need...although it almost never fits.
• who truly believe that I know everything.
• who don't believe that I know everything but will tell people I do anyway.
• who will host me in their homes for days.
• who understand that I need to be fed every few hours and ask me if I'm hungry in between those hours.
• whose eyes light up when they say "coffee?"
• who will tolerate my outrage about pretty much anything and everything.
• who understand the importance of customer service and will back me up when I flip out and go on a "May I talk to the manager, please?" rant.
• who will share my excitement over coupons, sales and other deals.
  
• who will tolerate my Arabic pop culture ignorance and attempt to fill me in.
• who believe in the power of gmail and gtalk the talk.
  
• who have a sense of humor.
• who I can trust.
• who I am proud of.
• whose awesomeness can fill the internets a few times over, to save some internet space for future generations this will end here.