...is my best friend.
And she rocks.
Her name is Bobbie, and yes, she's beautiful. She deals with all of my craziness, and my country music. Now THAT, is love. We eat way too much sushi, do way too much shopping, and obsess over prom more than anyone should be allowed to (by the way, it's September, and I have my dress picked out. AH!). She's the peanut butter to my jelly, the apple to my pie, the straw to my berry.
BLAH.BLAH.BLAH.
No one has ever said THAT before, right? So, I guess I'll give you a better description of our relationship.
Her family makes fun of us for being "lesbian" for each other. We get each other presents every week for our "weekaversary." She got me concert tickets, I got her Tiffany's. We complain about everything and everyone all the time. We make fun of our sophomore history teacher together (even though we love him). We listen to bad pop music together.
Basically, we're a match made in heaven. Hallelujah, Amen.
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