Last night I finally got to see one of my favorite people on this planet.
We don’t get to see eachother as much as we’d like. And by as much “as we’d like”… I mean, maybe once a month. Because we are so busy and live pretty far from eachother. But I swear. This is the only girl I will cook crepes for, eat frozen yogurt for breakfast with, allow insults from without being insulted, and greet with the ugliest face possible.
Who has the privilege to call or text me at any and all hours of the day even if it is 3am. Who agrees with me and if not agrees to disagree with me. Who has seen me at my worst and at my absolute best for 13 years. She gets a key to my house by default. I love you, you short shit!
(Taken with Instagram)
Shay: Speaking of which. I think you’re over-due for a just because present. I think I’ll buy you one next payday. HAHAHA
Me: I hope your bank account glitches on payday. Or your bank has a software update and all the atms go down. BEEEYAYATCH!
Shay: Pffft. My bank account doesn’t watch porno so no glitches THERE. Mmm cheesecake sounds good.
Me: Hahaha! I hope whoever did that shit to my work computer fucking chokes on a steak. Cuz trying to do a job meant for 3 people, by myself, fucking suuucks.
Shay: Lol. Aww
Me: Fine then. May your paycheck be delivered late by the courier. And if that really does happen. May you not try to give me a paper cut after.
Shay: Lol. I’m going to send a rotten cheesecake to your face.
Me: No you’re not! Because you might possibly be the only person who loves cheesecake as much as me. Or maybe even more. And we don’t waste cheesecake. You better eat that shit before it goes bad. The day you let cheesecake rot, I will waste sushi and cry.
Shay: Oh. My. God. Nevermind. No rotten cheesecake. -__-
Me: I laughed so hard, that I think if for some reason I had a heart attack at this very moment.. I’d still be laughing. On the floor. And I’d die faster and not care.
Shay: Lol I like how we hurt eachother with food. Talk about fat ass.
