I obviously have a friend named Taylor Clark; I've talked about him a lot in recent posts. So, I wanted to make formal introductions.
Meet Taylor Clark:

This is our favorite past time: eating, of course. Taylor happens to be a phenomenal cook (much to my benefit).

Taylor headed home yesterday for the summer. I can't really blame him for ditching out on me...I mean, the kid is from Florida and has a lake literally in his backyard. Rexburg just got that much more pathetic.

I may not blame him, but that doesn't mean I hate it any less. Like I've said before, I really hate change. Taylor had become a pretty big constant in my life. Not to mention, he's become one of the best friends I could ask for, whether he's aware of it or not.
Judging from the picture below, you'd never be able to tell that we fight like brother and sister. You'd never be able to tell that we both drive each other insane, and know just how to make the other extremely irritated and annoyed. You also wouldn't be able to tell that all of the above had just transpired. Except...look really close, you can see my hands around my neck, protecting myself from death by strangulation.

(By the way, the fact that I look disgusting in this picture is totally his fault. He stressed me out, made me mad, then mauled me to death when he said goodbye. Oh, and then of course he wanted a picture.)