Heap Big Woman Sleepover

Yesterday I was at Jessica's. Spent the night on Friday. We built a fire for Friady the 13th in her chimelia. Is that how you spell it? Well, in that little round thingy with a chimney on it, anyway. It was a heap big man fire. We were trying to light it with a little push it-trigger lighter and that didn't work so we brought out this heap big man torch and light our fire with that. We went twig hunting and got enough wood to last us a few hours outside. We had beef jerky, pickled okra, beachtowels, and three layers of clothing each. It was nice. She caught me up on her drama and I told her about my boring days. No drama here. Except the ankel thing, but that's not nearly as good as some of hers. It was about midnight when our flashlight died and we ran out of wood so we sat around until the fire died to embers. We shaped a heart in the embers. It looked so cool. The orange glow fading in and out of the individual embers as the air moved. It looked like red and gray velvet. So soft . . .
We watched Posiedon, so predictable with Super Man, Super Dad, and Super Boyfriend. I can't beleive they killed off Super Dad and not Super Boyfriend. We went through The Adventure of Getting the Futon Matress to Jessica's Room and then talked until we fell asleep at about one or two. I woke her up at nine and we stole the PS2 from her sister to play Sims until we went outside. We went pond hunting. We went to one, found it was all dried up.
Peat green alge cracked mud splatter squish poopy.
We then went a round about way to another pond which it looked like, had been dried up for a few years at least. There was dead cornstalks in it.
We then went back in because we both had to use the bathroom and were hot even if it was only 60 degrees out there. We . . . talked . . . something . . . I don't know.
Can'telloversavenoughademonightsallonevenobodyousedtoknow.

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