My Favorite Game

- The Cardigans

Those favorite people of mine. The games they play. The secretive suprises. The great vibrations. The wonderful excitations.

Those favorite people of mine.

Larry R. and Anthony T.
The ones that jump in a car together and come visit me on a whim. They lie and they show up at my house on a Sunday aftrnoon and there is hugging and sweaty reunions and them hanging out of my car. Not only do I love them both, but I will be friends with them forever. We're Harry, Ron, and Hermoine. I love Larry like Mary loves Jesus. We'll even let Larry's girlfriend into the group. 'Cause they are my handsome, loveable, completely senseless, heartwarming, suprising favorites.


Did I take you shopping? ...Even if you're my sister? Did we buy scandalous things together?

You're my favorite, Hannah T.


Do I know what your favorite music is, and talk to you almost everyday, for hours? Even if we don't talk in person that much? And we can always, always talk music.

You're my favorite, Jeremy B.

Are you always the first friend I go to, cause we both know you're one of my bestfriends here and I know you can always give me the right (morally right) answer to my problems?

You're my favorite, Rebekah S.

I know my favorites by what I say to them.
Did I send you a text a midnight? Was it your birthday?

You're my favorite, Andy G.


Have you gone through that high school hell for me? Are you there waiting for me to show up so that me can read The Onion and Drudge Report and have become my number one friend this year, all just because we bondedover politics thatone day and we hang out all the time? I make you CDs and you stand up for me and you're going to take that Korean girl to prom if I have to beg her?

You're my favorite, Palmer G.

Will we always be friends and live parallel lives and fight for the highest chem grade? Will we always have deep conversations about family? Soon? Will you teach me to climb trees and play guitar? Will your brother date my sister again? Will I always be mocked for "not washing these knives"?

You're my favorite, Jude S.

Do we have those great, slighlty awkward little siter/big sister friend conversations on the bus twice a week and have become pretty good friends over the past months? Do we have the same tastes in schools, music, men, clothes? Do people mistake us constantly for one another? Do you walk like a dinosaur?

You're my favorite, Zaina N.

Do I always love seeing you? Do I think you're a brilliant, incredibly gorgeous musician/icon/friend? Do I think we Should hang out more? More and more. Yes. Is there so much more to say about you that I can't put into words?

You're my favorite, Nora K.