Okay so, it's official -- Dear Brutal Truth is back. That's right. The world can sleep better knowing that its toughest, most awkward questions will all be answered.
I like this article. I'd comment on it, but you already know how I feel.
Lastly, yesterday I was flying back from Austin and The Woman Whose Perfume Preceded Her by Several Hundred Yards was sitting behind me on the plane. I wanted to write about her perfume and incessant talking here, but then I started to feel guilty. I decided instead to just journal it on my laptop. I felt better typing out my frustration w/out wanting it to go anywhere. Afterward I even pretended in my mind like I liked her. She's not so bad!! *cough*cough* And then I think she read over my shoulder because she started saying to the man next to her about not caring if she was loud, and how people should mind their own business (we're trying to, lady, but your voice makes that impossible), etc. In which case, I meant everything I wrote. Namaste.