Monday, August 23, 2010

Hey Best Friend.

So. I'm ready to be famous. I wish Vintage Gramma would have just gotten famous so I could just be buying shit right now and not worrying about money. I literally have no clue how I'm going to pay my phone bill. LIKE WHAT IF MY PHONE GETS CUT OFF. IT'LL BE LIKE I'M A POOR PERSON.

how embarrassing would that be.

I only talk to anyone via text message.

Anyway, I'm going to use my dads credit card to pay it off.

Can you believe I still have a credit card for emergencies, what am I, 17?? ugh.

So, can you and i run away together in a best friend way? Would that be weird? we can make it really dramatic and throw our phones in the water and skip off like we're in love, but then not be in love b/c we're best friends. I LOVE BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH YOU.

Remember when we were in 7th grade and you had a cast and braces and your hair was always in a pony tail? and I was too skinny for my own good and had like 5 snaggle tooths and my friend thought she was a cartoon? We've come so far from there...but like... we're basically still the same.

I wish you were here. You'd love it here. You'd like brooklyn a lot. Plus, we could ride around and listen to Miley in my car.

i love you.

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