The fact that I can't remember what my best friend looks like isn't really that concerning, is it? I mean one day some random will run up to me exclaiming a variety of excited mumbo-jumbo and I'll run away, until someone tells me, 'That was your best friend,' and I'll be like...'What the fuck? I thought she was Mexican.'
Because I think it would be cool to have a Mexican best friend.
Funny how the world works, isn't it? Instead I've been landed with someone who's obviously jumped out of some vampire anime. It's bloody ridiculous. People aren't allowed to have eyes that big and blue or eyelashes that long. It's cruel to all us mere mortals. And stop making me laugh whilst I'm meant to be trimming my fingernails, I could lose concentration then it could all go horribly wrong and bam, you've got a best friend with no fingers. How funnyyy would that look rofl.
Oh and, you're going to be waiting a long time. At least until a while after I finish the only thing I got for easter this year, a Lindt dark chocolate bunny. I mean, I saved an easter bunny for over a year once. Seriously. Got to the next easter and I was like...hahaha I get an extra one...
Then again, that was when I was a hoarder. See, I used to find things and have a problem letting them go.
These days I'm more like, that odd-shaped piece of wood had its chance years ago, it could have been useful, but it wasn't. Time to say bye bye, into the bin with you.
Of course I find a use for half of the discarded items after I've thrown them out, but that's another story.
I only have one further thing to say.
Use the correct 'your' next time.
