A Hapless Binday To Krease

I cannot fucking believe it.

My friend, my counterpart, my partner-in-crime, my sidekick, my Kristina is seventeen. Seven-fuckin'-teen.

That is freakin' ANCIENT.

Now, I'm sorry for the prolific use of expletives, but, the almost-senility of my oldest friend has just hit me. With a huge, resounding slap across the face.

And do you know what I got this decrepit seventeen year old for her birthday?

A packet of Juicy Fruit chewing gum.

I am, so, like, totally, the best friend you could ever wish for. But, she did actually like her present. A lot. She kept grinning at me in her scary "look how many teeth I can show you at once" grin. With her eyes all wide, and her eyebrows in the heavens. She is one scary child. Of course, as the years go on, she becomes less and less child-like, growing steadily into the kind, sensitive, mature adult that we all hope to be in the future.

Who am I trying to kid? She is more immature than me. And that is saying a LOT. But we loves her, really. Actually, the other day I worked out why we get along so well. She laughs at my jokes. Everything I say, she laughs at. It's like having my own mini-confidence booster at my side. I open my mouth, she laughs, end of. Elementary, my dear Watson. Although, she probably laughs because she hasn't understood what I'm saying, due to her rampant Russian speaking. Ah well.

Also today, we have had such delights as an impossible Chemistry test. Well, I say impossible, it would have been simple had I revised. But no. Don't be silly. Cassie and Chemistry revision are mutually exclusive. Also, on the line up for today, we had a nice bout of chip buying from the greasy, rancid old fish and chip shop in that beautiful town called Chertsey. Cough. These chips were consumed (or rubbed all over my face by Fati - no, I do not want a chip complexion, thankyouverymuch) outside the wonder that is Chertsey Hall. Fit, man. Home was wented to, and I have been sitting in front of this screen for many an hour, complete with pyjamas and gormless expression. Hell yeh.

Anywazzoks, HAPPY BIRFDAY, KRIME.

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