You know the days when you have a bunch of ideas for a post but it’s really hard to narrow it down to one, well, that’s what’s happening to me today.
I’ve decided to let go and just write about a conversation over iMessage with a friend today, you know I’m a source of wisdom and good advices (not really).
But before that, have you noticed the facelift my blog went through? Looks cleaner now, I gotta work on the blogroll.
Back to the conversation with my friend, it went like this (I could have used screen shots of the conversation but I guess he would kill me if I reveal his name):
Friend (he lives in the middle of nowhere, I think he’s a rebel Amish): Are you there? (it was 4am my time, I was covering my pillow with slobber)
Me (4 hours later): What’s the matter?
Friend: Nothing’s really the matter. It just gets a little lonely at night I guess.
Me: Like a motherless dog or pig? It happened to Doggy and to Butterfly. Butterfly was a pig at my grandparents farm.
Friend: Rolling eyes face.
Me: They found Butterfly in the middle of nowhere, she was only a piglet, ears cover on maggots. Grandma took care of Butterfly but she would cry at night. She was like a dog. The point is don’t feel lonely, if Butterfly had someone to care about her so do you. And please, don’t squeal at night.
Friend: Somehow that’s actually a pretty story.
Me: And a true story, Butterfly died of old age, nobody could eat her. See you 2 have a lot in common.
Friend: 3 rolling eyes faces.
Me: Nobody would eat you, you’ll probably die of old age too.
Friend: I gotta go back to sleep weirdo, thanks for the kind of encouragement.
Me: Good night.
Have a happy Friday, it’s Friday!!!!