Don't you hate it when you realize that you pretty much have nothing in common with a person who is one of your best friends? I certainly hate it. It's that 'comfort friend' thing. You've been friends with them forever, but you don't really have anything in common, but you still want to be best friends with them because its comforting to know that they're always there. Hmph.

I'm going to have to mooch off M for rides to Limelight pretty much all the fucking time now because another person quit at my mom's store. Ah well. I will not quit though! I refuse. So there.