Reasons I'll Need Therapy


Feb
01
2008

Not A Child Of Divorce

I was pleased to discover that the Democratic debate was a lot more civil this time around. It must have been because I was feeling a little emotionally, uh, fragile when I watched the last one two weeks ago, but it was all I could do back then not to curl up in a ball on the end of the sofa, stick my fingers in my ears, and beg them to PLEASE JUST STOP SHOUTING AT EACH OTHER!

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Jan
25
2008

Teaching Him To Take A Deep Breath And Count To Ten

So my cat Charlie is stressed. No really, that's what the vet told us yesterday when we took him to see her---I'll tell you why we took him to see her in a minute---after looking him up and down for a few minutes and stroking his fur. "He's just stressed," she said. "And, you know, he's also kind of overweight." Stressed and overweight, eh? Welcome to America, Charlie. Welcome to life.

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Dec
12
2007

The Girl With The Golden Smile

Last night I had a few of my friends over for an evening we started calling Girls Night---and then immediately stopped calling Girls Night, because of the twee images it conjured of women sitting around in their pajamas, braiding each other's hair while half-watching Bridget Jones and talking about how to find a man. Our Girls Night featured none of those things, thank god, but it did feature gossip and bourbon.

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Dec
10
2007

Totally Worth It

Despite having been together for ninety kajillion years, Sean and I have never spent Christmas together. Don't get too excited, we're not spending this Christmas together either---I'll be in Singapore with my family, he'll be in Connecticut with his---but we have, this year, finally taken part in the time-honored ritual of lovey-dovey couples everywhere: choosing and decorating a tree.

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Nov
30
2007

Time It Was, And What A Time It Was

I had dinner with an old friend on Wednesday night, and when I say old, I mean very, very old: Beth and I met on our first day of boarding school when we were both 11 and our beds were opposite each other in our ten-person dormitory. She had posters of horses on the wall; I had a poster of Chesney Hawkes. After lights out, we'd both flop down to the bottom of our beds, prop ourselves up on our elbows and talk.

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