I say this often, but I want to say it again: ASK AMY IS THE WORST ADVICE EVER. I would do a line by line take down of her column from yesterday, but I have actual work to do today.  Instead I'll briefly pick on the people who WRITE TO HER. The desperation is incredible.

I love the letters  with the disclaimers and covers-ups.
An exagurated example ( Read more... )

I'm thinking about last night and it has this great dreamlike quality to it. Not because we were all that drunk, but just drunk enough for a little haze to settle over the night from about 11 o'clock on (when I first expressed my desire to go home and go to bed) to this morning when I drove home from Mary Lou's because I ultimately let her convince ( Read more... )