I miss...

Rosie.
Random thought, random timing.
But, I do.

Terribly.
I will see her on monday, though.
We will probably go out for dinner, bitch and moan about work and be disappointed that my 18th won't be spent with her. Although, the on-going joke that I call her on special occasions, drunk as hell and mumble love down the phone hysterically (that sounds difficult, but, seriously, I do it well) will definately come up. And then, it will definately happen. On my birthday (see, 'special occasions'), drunk as hell.

We have such a lovely friendship.