You're not best friends until you've spooned.

You know that saying, 'you can choose you're friends but you can't choose your family', well I'm one of the lucky ones as I got to choose to have one of my family members to be my best friend.
Miss Natasha Wright, My cousin. My sister, my partner in crime, my buddy, my confidant, my girl... the list is endless. God only knows where I would be without this girl in my life, and I can hardly believe it but tomorrow she will turn 20. Yep, that's right you ain't a teenager anymore babe. Jealous?
We are closer than close, and have been ever since you uttered those famous words.. 'I wear my knickers over my tights!' Despite our closeness, we are truly different. She's blonde, I'm brunette. She loves house. I love hip-hop. She supports West Ham. I'm a Chelsea girl. She likes chocolate cake. I like traditional sponge. She likes Keeping up with the Kardashians. I like documentaries. She likes girlie films. I watch Tarantino. She drinks Vodka and Cranberry. I drink Snakebite. She never swears. I'm, let's just say, partial to the odd 'eff'.  But, more importantly we both love animals. We're both 5"6 (and a half, if you don't mind). We both love to party. We won't go out without our false lashes on. We both drive KA's. We both hate mushrooms...
You're only one year older than me, but I look up to you a lot. You've made me laugh, you've made me cry (but only from making me laugh so hard). Happy Birthday to you my beautiful best friend. The last 20 years have been fucking amazing, and here's to the next 20, and the next 20 after that.
Thanks for kicking it with me every step of the way. I love you more than anything. You're the Slim to my Shady.