Ok so you might want to steal my best friends after this post, but I’d like to declare that they are bounded to me by a friendship contract so carefully worded that basically means they’re stuck with me and that you can’t sit with us. Unless you bring cake, we like cake. Well, I like cake. You can sit with me. I’ll leave them anytime.
So every single day AVA group chat beeps like mad, with three hormonal girls updating the ups and downs of our days. It’s truly a rollercoaster ride of emotions in there, stories from three different lives coming together on just a tiny screen. Some good, some bad, some just plain useless like Mimak’s toilet schedule, some truly useful like me correcting Toots’ grammar and Mimak’s spelling. Seriously, why am I friends with them.