Last night was a good time. I mean, generally, up until everyone was asleep, it was a regular day. Hung out with the sister, ate some Raviolis, watched the suckiest Stephen King movie ever. No, really, watch Thinner if you want to be bored out of your mind and not scared at all.
My little sister had to go to the Chiropractor, and she found out that her entire back is messed up to the extreme. She also has some kind of weird skin infection, so things kind of suck for her.
She fell asleep on the couch, and I was just chillin’ in my room, talking to people, neglecting my blog, when my buddy Chris messaged me. We were all like: dude, tonight is boring as fuck!
So, he came over, got here at like, one, and we chilled out in the field. It was a perfect night to smoke a cigarette and watch the stars. Except for the cold. It was so fucking cold, my toes were screaming.
I usually don’t get cold, so Chris was laughing at me while I shivered myself halfway to death. Then he got nice. He was all like: You like snuggling, right?
Dude, yeah, of course I do. Who doesn’t? And so then he was like: Well, friends can snuggle.
Best four words ever. Well, friends can snuggle. If you have ever heard these words from an attractive friend on a cold night, you know what I’m talking about. Plutonic friend-snuggling? Second best to Romantic Love-snuggling.
So, there we were, snuggling on top of a hill in a field until nearly four in the morning, talking about high school and all the good times we used to have. It was super nice, and the stars were so bright.
That’s my definition of an awesome night. Just saying, brosephs and brosiahs.