Funny things about my best female friend. Part 1.

My best female friend likes to yell. And scream. And sing poorly (on purpose) at the top of her lungs. The best part? Her dog doesn't even look up anymore when she does it... unless she uses the words "outside" or "potty" when she screams.

She has the most screwed up back of anyone I know. And to fix it, she has a "Thing." Take it as you will.

Thanks to her I literally smelled over 60 wax samples in one night. And enjoyed it.

She looks good in a teal prom/bridesmaid dress with a black hoodie, bright orange rain boots, and a corsage made of dandelions. No joke. (Oh, and I will put photos up here of this. Eventually.)

If you know her fairly well, you know she can make you laugh like none other.

Pablo's. Once a week. It's a must.

Most of the time, she is too warm... except for this one time last summer when she put on all of her winter wear and made cocoa. That was interesting.

She likes Hilary Duff. Legitimately likes her.

She owns more tabloids than anyone I know. And sometimes I read them.

She can sew... and she's good at it. Not many women can say that nowadays.

She is the most beautiful woman I know; I only wish I could make her see that.

Her little dog is her baby and she has the most tender heart toward animals.

"MOTHER OF AN APPLE!"

"My pillow smells like old people. And babies."