For those of you struggling with holding onto life–it gets better. It really does.
I contribute my last remaining glimmers of sanity to the ones I refer to as “best friends.” The difference between a best friend and a friend is vast and incomparable, so it’s time to recognize this and thank them for it.
There’s a few things we can keep in mind to alleviate some of these natural insecurities (and to avoid any episodes of drunk/ugly crying) when hanging with your possibly deserving, but still enviably, successful BFFs.
When I dig that hole in my mind and don’t seem to be coming out, what I need more than anything is for you to toss me a rope.
Here’s the idea as well as the incentive: being hateful isn’t hot. It indicates insecurity and unhappiness.
She furtively tries to set him up with another member of her gay posse, which produces disastrous results, quickly learning that gay man + gay man is not a simple recipe for success (or sex).
Some Saturdays you want to spend going out until 4 am, belting out the lyrics to ‘Closing Time’ with the rest of the bar, but the rest of the weekend, it’s not unheard of if you don’t even leave your apartment.
I feel like I should say the day you died was a blur, but in truth, every second is seared into my brain, an endless loop.
Fellow ladies: we should be supportive when another female in our group downs one too many, not bitching about her to anyone who will listen while she barfs it out in the corner.
Actually make that harassing, “I’m always going to come first” speech you’ve talked about to a significant other/husband or wife-to-be.