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Today was National Best Friend Day, and so naturally I spent the evening with my bestie. I love her more than words can convey. We celebrated with wine, pizza, and lots of gossip.Â
In other news, check out that sweet cat tee I’m rocking. Try not to be jealous.Â
much needed
Last night my bestie came over to see me. I hadn’t seen her in a few weeks, so we had much catching up to do. She crawled into bed with me and we chatted for a couple of hours. I laughed so hard that I actually cried. I needed that badly. She makes everything better. She has this incredibly endearing quality where she makes you feel like the center of the universe, like whatever you are saying is the most important thing ever. She is amazing and I love her.
Then the bf came over and we did our usual Tuesday night stuff, which is always good. I love how we always start a show (usually an episode of It’s Always Sunny) and then we end up talking throughout the entire thing. I love how we have fun no matter what we are doing.Â
Sometimes it’s the little things that really make your day.
You know what’s awesome?
Having a best friend who knows exactly how to cheer you up.Â
I say: I’m having a bad day.
She responds: dinner at Latitude 26 with margaritas?
It happened, and now all is right again.
(Honorable mention: the combination of tequila and Benadryl. I shall not be conscious much longer. Good bye, crappy day.)