God bless Julien for keeping every note we wrote to each other in high school, even though some of them reflect a rift between us that neither of us can fully recall or explain. Mostly it seems that I rambled to her about my low self-esteem, how embarrassing it was to try and pass the push up test in gym, then asked her important life questions, just as I strive to do in my adult life.
How many cups of sugar does it take to get to the moon?
What kind of jeans does mustard wear?
What kind of cat goes best with pasta?
Do pickles go to the bathroom?