Stiff Drink

I came home from work today and poured myself a stiff drink... I guess I'm not handling this whole "break" thing that well...

Sometimes in your life, you find rare friends. These are the kind that you can randomly text or call and they act like you've been hanging out with them every day of their lives even though they live on the opposite coast. They are the kind that will randomly text or call you to say a funny comment, ask some heartfelt advice, or just to say hi. They are the kind of friend that will drive to Baltimore from DC just to keep you from being sad for an evening. These are true friends.

Though I believe in being a strong, independent, fiery woman (by the way, when you say fiery, put an African American southern twang to the word, it makes it so much better :), even I, a Diva, can have a bad day. When these days occur, random that they are, it is so refreshing to know that I have some great friends that will be there for me. Part of being a good Diva, is being a great friend. Friends are the people that build you up when you fall flat on your face, the ones that you can help out and feel good about it, the ones that appreciate you the same way you appreciate them. If behind every strong man, there is a stronger woman, then behind every strong woman, there are some kick ass friends.

Here's a toast! Raise those stiff drinks and toast to your true friends; they are the ones that keep you believing in people even when you are hurt time and time again by them.

Thanks guys :)