Friends = Family.

I have made a couple of new friends. It took a while, but I have done it.
Jaime, the 19 year old coworker. She was the first person out here to say she wanted to be my friend. She’s funny. Her family is really nice- and non judgmental, which I love since my family is full of it. That’s where I found another friend. Her brother’s girlfriend, Alysha. Sweet sweet girl. The only downfall to these two ladies- they are Jersey Shore addicts. I don’t think I’ve talked about how much I hate that show because I think it’s garbage. Addictive but still shit. Horrible. Herpes infested people over the age working on the Jersey Shore, partying every night and spreading the “love” around. *shiver* They are just a different kind of people.
Then there is Dan. A fellow DD worker. Met him working one morning- seemed funny. A great debater. Him and I go at it, especially regarding religion. I told him that’s off limits because it just starts too much shit, but for some reason when I’m around he brings it up. Besides that- great guy, and his girlfriend Jen has good friend written all over her. She works at DD too. She’s very reminiscent of me and my bestie Nicole. If you were to put me and nic in the blender and added Iranian to the mix, you would have Jen. We are still in the beginning of the friendship (as I sit here staring at her work. Creepin’.) I met her the night that the Man/Dude/Whore broke up with me. (I will get back to this) I’ll admit- she met me when I was LIT. Oh man. Ridiculous I was. She gave me some awesome advice over breakfast the next morning. For every month you were with him, you have that many days. So you have THREE days to get over it. It worked. Until of course-

In family news- my aunt went to Israel for the last week, leaving the feeding of the cats to her sister aka my fairy Godmother and my cousin’s wife- the mother of the most adorable two year old ever. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem but the day they left, to go overseas, the cat sitters realize that neither of them have a key, and there is no spare hidden under some rock. Commence the freaking out. Long story short, my Godmother goes to the Police station and asks them outright to help her break in to my aunt’s house. Admitting that she is about to commit a crime, over a recorded line. *face palm* She was hysterical. I wish I could have recorded her telling her the story. I died with laughter. Come to find out- she took a rock, screwdriver, fist, and a hammer to a window pane and it WOULD NOT BREAK. Add in that she’s doing this in the early morning hours- drawing many people to come out of their homes, and oddly stare at her. She finally gives in and calls the locksmith. With a tiny metal stick they pop open the front door. Two seconds. $120 later, the cats are fed and they are back to hating her. That’s not the end of it- my cousin’s wife just called to inform me- my aunt and uncle are back. Guess what? They are locked out of their house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *insert crazy laughter*

Later lovelies!
*muah*