About a year ago Ashley, my best friend, and I were viciously torn apart. Sort of. Ashley got accepted to a graduate school in a different state and left me. Although, in her defense, she did offer to let me quit my job and move with her to Idaho. I have a policy about Idaho. There are some states which have a certain ring to them, they just sound cool. New York. If you tell someone you live in New York you will automatically get cool person points. I feel that California, Florida, or Washington DC will have the same effect. Conversely, I feel there are a few states which automatically sap cool person points. . . such as Idaho. So I selfishly kept my job, cried, and didn't move to Idaho.
One thing I love about Ashley is that she Always has crazy stories to tell. One such story was the story of the ants. First of all I feel I should preface this by saying there are two types of people in the world: Type A and Type B. Type A people are the high-stress, I go jogging at 4am so I can shower and be at work by 7, let-me-put-that-in-my-daily-planner, I wear fitted suits and brand name shoes type of people. Type B people are I don't believe in mornings, I eat my ice-cream out of the carton with a fork (because all the spoons were dirty), the last time I wore make-up was five months ago, the floor is my closet kind of people. *This is putting things VERY drastically, most people are a mix of Type A and Type B, I just wanted to give you an idea of the disparity between the types.
Ashley is a Type B. Definitively.
