My bitches.

11. The amazing women I have met in the last 10 years of my life. Work. School. and Work again (although the last Work only has one amazing woman entry and about fourteen thousand crazy fucking bitches...sorry. FOCUS. Where was I? Gratitude.) Amazing. Women. For many years, I tried to convince myself that I didn't like chicks, that I preferred the company of dudes. Which may or may not have been true, but maybe it was the people I'd met. Or maybe that's just a tramp's excuse for sleeping with LOTS. O. BOYS. Anyway, then I became a bitter old bitch and realized that a lot of dudes suck and a lot of women are really rad. Better than rad. Life-changing phenomenal women who have the power to make you a better version of yourself. In the past two days, I have had dinner with four of these women. Monday night I had dinner with two women I met in grad school and liked instantly. Which never happens...I'm genetically predispositioned to not like/trust you on sight and then (possibly) work it out later. [Also? Is predispositioned not a word - because it's underlined...even if I add a dash. Fine. Genetic predisposition. I have one. Tangent over.]
Grad school women - we met last night to celebrate the pregnancy of one of us (no it's not me) and learned that another of us is splitting from her husband. The conversation that followed was so full of ups and downs, but mostly love. The three of us had not been in a room together since 2009...and in five minutes, we were closer than I've been to anyone. Honest, raw, real, heartbreaking. Shockingly, there were no tears, but lots of laughter. I walked away from that dinner so impressed with the resiliency of these women. And feeling much less angsty about my bullshit because really? It's all bullshit. I'm fine.
And then tonight, two women from the first Work (obviously since I have ONE FRIEND at work now that I can stand...one.) and my dude, who was friends with these two before I met any of them. We shut the place down. Over two and a half hours of non-stop talking, laughing, no...howling, and gossip. Oh the GOSSIP. We could put celeb gossip mags out of business with the collective knowledge...gotta love the biz.
Anyhoots. I LOVE the women in my life. Because contrary to what Terrence Howard told us, it's way harder out there for a bitch than it is for a pimp.