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In which I reveal tiny, unrelated snippets from my life as of late and learn that I can't get by without a little help from my friends…

  • My friend Tom, who is in his 40s, just shared that he is dating a 22-year-old. I wasn’t sure how to react to that. Should I have been charmed because the situation is like a How-Stella-Got-Her-Groove-Back sort of thing? Or should I have been disturbed because the situation is more akin to a Tom Cruise/Katie Holmes sort of thing? I didn’t know, so I just said, “Good for you,” but what I meant was, “Is it good for her?”

  • I’m feeling a bit of angst lately. (I thought that wasn’t supposed to happen outside of your teens.) I think I am feeling this way because I lost my outlet for talking about the minutia of my life. I had three friends with whom I have fallen out of touch in the past year or so that I used to be able to vent to about my life. One was strictly an e-mail friend. One was strictly a phone friend. And the third was an e-mail/phone hybrid friend. I miss them and the comfort and counsel they provided. I lost the e-mail friend because he won’t talk to me for reasons that I believe have more to do with the oppressive politics of marriage and the appearance of impropriety, then the asserted “fact” that he is “really busy now.” I lost the phone friend because his cell was disconnected and I have no other contact number or an address for him because he’s a bit of a Boo Radley type. I lost the e-mail/phone friend because she went off to law school. I don’t know where. She hasn’t e-mailed or called since then, which doesn’t shock me since she isn’t the world’s best correspondent. Although I’m not “shocked,” I am a little hurt. I can’t help it. I really miss her. I know I could probably find her if I put in some effort, but I haven’t. I guess I’ll just wait until the mental cost-benefit-analysis I’m apparently subconsciously performing results in my deciding that it’s worth the effort to try to find her. Where is Nancy Drew when you need her?

  • I know it’s old, but I still watch this weekly. It’s funny (in that sad sort of way) every time.

  • This post breaks my heart. Seriously, my heart is splitting into little pieces. I don’t even know this woman and have never met her dog, but still, my heart – did I mention the shattering? I can’t help but think of my two little smooshy-faced dogs* and what I would be feeling if I were in her shoes. Apparently, I’d be feeling shattered. Shadoobie.