it was a harry potter slash dress as your favorite dsm diagnosis goodbye party.

and though i didn't cry visually, my favorite co-worker is leaving, and that sort of made me want to puke. you don't understand, we started three weeks a part and we clicked, like peanut butter with jelly and peas with pods. and now i can't vent to anyone who will really understand.

there's something about sharing hard experiences together: jelly doesn't taste as good without the peanut butter.