Wow, things really took a sudden turn for the serious around here. I’m sorry I had to do that to you. I’m in a place of great introspection and other important things like making mix tapes for my 7th grade boyfriend who is going to really be surprised to hear form me after all these years.
I have been, quite literally, stunned by all the wonderful and kind things you have had to say to me here, via email and in several other mediums. It is amazing how …

I struggle every day with the concept of self. What is this jumble of things inside this body that makes me who I am?
I have always wanted to be someone special. All my life I’ve thought about the ways I wanted to matter to different people, how I have wanted to impress and see the look on someone else’s face when I have accomplished something profound. And yet there was never any real sort of satisfaction in the kind words and congratulations of others. It all left me feeling …

So, I’m reading this really good book that Janie wishes I’d stop talking about because, OH MY GOD, not that fucking fruit book again you asshole! Seriously.
So, this book I can’t shut up about (which I  mentioned several weeks ago) is about fruit.  Mostly about ultra-exotic fruits and the people who hunt them.  That’s why it’s called Fruit Hunters.  See what he did there?  He’s clever…calling it what it is.  Not everyone does that.  Like this doctor I once saw named Phuc Dat.  As it turns out, he really …

Janie has been going to therapy for the last few weeks because she has contracted the crazy.  Don’t tell her I said that because she thinks she’s going to therapy because of me but she is wrong.  SHE IS WRONG!  Last week her therapist made her role play and have a conversation with her fourth grade self and she giggled uncontrollably and then died of embarrassment.  I had to remind her that everyone would giggle and feel embarrassed talking to their fourth grade selves because what the hell were you …

This is Rutherford B. Hayes and his wife on their wedding day.  Gosh, Janie…this reminds me so much of us.  Look at the indifference on their faces…the take ir or leave it-ness.  It is like they could not talk or talk forever and still find things to not talk about.  Just like you and me.  And like those two, I’m unmoved by our totally generic love for one another.  I think you’re really, really average and I’m looking forward to at least 2-2/3 more years of garden-variety marriage before we fall …