I remember back in high school, which wasn't really that long ago, the close knit group of girl friends that I had. We would shop together, go out to bars (fake ID's were our accessories of choice), and meet up for lunch every Sunday to discuss our melodramas. Things are so different now. I still shop, go out to bars (although now the ID is real), and, as you know, the melodramas are in full swing, but the close group is gone. I have a few close friends, but not a strong network. Do these groups still exist in adulthood? Or are we lucky if we have one true friend to lean on?

Outside of adolesence and Sex and the City, does a group of girlfriends exist or is it an urban legend? I miss hearing the opinions of several woman and I miss the laughs, tears, and cocktails that went along with such friendships. Why do things consistently get harder as we get older?

Well I had a great Thanksgiving. Great food. Good company. I won ten bucks in cards. We had a blast. A wasn't here because he was working, but I had a lot of fun anyway.

I'm stressing again. I'm worried that I will never feel that passion and those sparks that I had when A and I first got together. Is that what's supposed to happen? Do those sparks eventually fade and your left with trust and friendship? Not that those are bad traits it's just that zsa zsa zsu is intoxicating. I'd appreciate hearing from anyone who has been in a long term relationship or marriage. I swear that I don't want drama in my life, somehow it just weasels its way in.

I realize that I'm not the epitome of fashion, but I do what I can with what I make, which is crap. Mayor Bloomberg has short arms and deep pockets, but I digress. I've seen more fashion faux pas this past week than I ever have.

Under no circumstances is it EVER ok to wear socks and sandals. Ever. Period. I don't care if your just running out to the car, throw on some sneakers.

Stone wash jeans are gone and they're never coming back.

Mullets don't look good on anybody.

An anorexic, sixteen year old, beauty queen, model couldn't pull off mom jeans. Who wants their ass to look 5 feet long?

Why the sunglasses inside? Are those flouresant light bulbs so glaring that you must shade your eyes from them with thick, black sunglasses?

Just my 2 cents. Hope everyone has a Happy Thanksgiving!!! A is working so I won't be spending the holiday with him. He's a police officer and I've gotten used to not spending the holidays with him, but I am still a little bummed out. Now I'm left to fend off my nosy relatives alone. Well not alone, Captain Morgan will be by my side. Always a true companion. Have a safe and happy holiday.

I don't know if it's just a case of the Monday's or what, but I am so bored today I feel like I could rip my hair out. Even at work, which is usually always interesting, I was really just out of it. I feel like a bump on a log. Now that I'm home I have tons of stuff to grade, but I'm just blogging away like I have all the time in the world. I need a little excitement in my life, I think.

When I was three, I started pre-school and there was this mean girl there, Laura. Laura, some other children, and myself were playing house and I asked her if I could play with the toy food and she yelled at me and made me cry. I never went back. Well a few years later when I started kindergarten, there was Laura again, only this time we really hit it off. We became the best of friends. We played together, ate lunch together, had sleep overs, all that good stuff.

We stayed best friends throughout grammar school and high school. We had some wild times in Cancun on spring break, we had our first kisses, and our first broken hearts. We were more like sisters than friends, we even started to look alike.

When we went to seperate colleges, things got a little trickier. We were still very close, but we became interested in different things. She became a hard core party girl. Once a weekend was good for me to go to a bar or club, but she wanted to go out Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. I got a part time job and she lived off of the money her parents had saved for her. She was still sweet, but we grew apart and now we're lucky if we talk twice a year.

I thought that we would stay so close forever, but I guess life doesn't always turn out the way you planned. She will always be a part of my life, if only in memories. It just makes you want to appreciate the friends you have in your life right now because who knows how long they'll stay.