cheats at puzzles

I knew I was running the risk of ruining our friendship when I got Allie a job at my work. People warned me but I heeded none and proceeded to tell my boss she was the best candidate for the position.
What a mistake that was.
I now fucking hate the bitch.
Best friends no more.

Top ten reasons why I hate Allison Ainslie:

1). Smells
2). Lazy
3). Mouth breather
4). Bad taste in food, music, and life.
5). Ugly
6). Girthy
7). Wench
8). Slut
9). Self centered
10). Cheats at puzzles

Basically she all round sucks at life.
I can't surround myself with people who are going to hold me back any longer.
I need to soar.
As Chanel once said "Yeah man, you gotta cut the fat."
So Allie-san, this is it.
It's over.
I will cut up our photos, light them on fire, and flush them down the toilet along with our memories.

Oh yeah, and she steals.

Okay. I was lying. Except number 10. She definitely cheats at puzzles. So does Tara.

She did steal a pen she liked from work once. Then I stole it from her. Who's the bigger criminal? The one who steals office supplies, or the one who steals from her best friend?

Allie-san is top notch, best friend material. We work and play together and I have not yet gotten sick of my fine feathered friend. (I can't speak for her. I annoy myself most of the time so I can only imagine how she feels being stuck with me for 8 hrs plus a day) In fact, I haven't gotten sick of any of my friends.

A while back, I decided I needed to tighten up my social circle. "Cut the fat" as previously mentioned. I did this by not calling people, and only keeping my real close friends around. I now currently have about half a dozen people I hang out with, and I like it that way. It's easier to spend quality time with people when you're not spreading yourself thin.

Remember when you were in grade school and you ranked your best friends?
"Well, Sally is my first best friend, and Julie is my second best friend, and you're my third best friend."
What a way to make an eight year old feel like shit. Nobody wanted to be the third best friend. I remember I was once told I was someone's eleventh best friend. That stung. We are still friends to this day, but I doubt she remembers that specific conversation. I don't hold it against her.

And so, this is yet another thing I'm thankful for this beautiful fall day we call Thanksgiving. My friends. You know who you are.Particularly the besties. You make my life worth living. Sap fest. But for real. You make me complete. I love you all so much. And I know you love me too.

It's a really good feeling, to be loved.

Thanks for that.