Only You Would Understand.

I wanted to write this just to get it out of my head. I miss you. I miss everything about you and what our friendship consisted of.
I miss blaming Ginger for the stolen beer.
I miss "Blackout Thursdays" & our pregame shot special.
I miss making fun of girls with big hair.
I miss our weird way of talking and yet understanding everything eachother meant.
I miss how you knew when I couldn't hear or understand what you were saying to me, I would say What? and you'd repeat it 3 times. And if I still didn't understand I would just be silent for a minute and then you'd repeat it one more time for me so you know I actually got it.
I miss literally laughing to the point of tears.
I miss our obsession with Busch Light bottles.
I miss our shot in a drink.
I miss sweeping the floor at the bar and screaming I LOVE CWISSSSS!
I miss blacking out from tequilla with you and finding you in the bathroom of the bar passed out on the floor.
I miss being unable to walk back from the bus stop to our apartment, but I was always able to run.
I miss the muuuuuu's
I miss our awkward dance moves, arm in the air, wobble with me, fleee fee fleeeeng, shake shake shake shake it shake it.
I miss our Willie James Huff impressions and obsession. COUNT RACCKKKKULAAAA HEHHHHH
I miss how we called ourselves Classy.
I miss the weird words we used to make up like: Ploup. Bind.
I miss messing with Mr. David Miller aka OLD MAN everynight at the bar.
I miss us yelling SMEE? SMEES COMING?! SMEEEEEE!!! ITS SMEEEE!!!
I miss how we were "VIP in life bitchessss"
I miss how Chicken Bacon Cheese did not mean that at all.
I miss how we used to randomly quote Titanic and do the whisle..."come ba-ack"
I miss us wearing the yammaks I stole around the house.
I miss handing out New Jersey Turnpike Shots to drunk assholes at the bar. And they thought we were the nicest people ever for giving them a shot, when it turn we were giving them nastyness.
I miss making fun of Cuzshin Bryan and his weird voice. 100 SNICKERS?!?!?! LUCKKKYYYY
I miss how wed randomly break out into singing the Trans Siberian Orchestra or start randomly River Dancing like Michael Flatley.
I miss knowing every word to every song from Wee Sing Sillyville
I miss how we both hated "mondays"
I miss how I'd wake up with no sheets on my bed and you'd help me search the house for the random places I'd drunkenly hide them.
I miss how hilarious we thought it was that we met Bob Dole in Dowdy.
I miss sleeping in till 2pm every Friday Saturday and Sunday.
I miss how you didn't mind my vulgar vocabulary.
I miss Yan the Man Lanan and first name Steve, last name From Math.
I miss us being able to talk threw walls.
I miss you. You were my best friend and I miss you more than anything Emily.