It’s my Little Buddy's birthday today. I've had my silver pump for a year.
I’m so happy to have him. He’s made my life so much easier and made me a happier person.
Even though sometimes I really hate him – sometimes, when you just want to look pretty, it’s really hard to hide a metal box – I love him. He’s become part of me, just like an arm or a leg. I barely ever think about him anymore, except for when I’m having a bummer `betes day. When I have one of them, I have to try really, really hard not to throw him across the room. (My mom won’t let me – "7000$" she says, "and you want to throw it." It, never him, because only to me he has a personality.) I mean, he’s with me 24/7 (except for the shower – that’s one place we never go together). He therefore cannot be expected to be 'just a metal box'.
I shall call him Little Buddy and he shall be mine and he shall be my Little Buddy.