[I like to think of myself as a pretty easy going gal and try not to sweat the small stuff. But sometimes (ok, maybe slightly more often) the general cluelessness, carelessness and overall stupidity of some things and or/people really gets to me. I find that venting is the most efficient way to rid myself of the stress that idiots, wrong meal orders, lack of cell phone etiquette and cheese flavored products (that don’t even contain any freaking cheese!) induce.

So, in an attempt to avoid an ulcer or an unfortunate road rage incident, I vent to you, dear reader. Please feel free to join in and comment about anything–really, anything–that pissed. you. off. this week. Let it all hang out. I feel you.]

Long Lost Friends: You know the best friend who truly defined the term BFF for you? Well you can scribble out that last F now that you two have drifted apart. You never thought you’d see the day when it had been 2 years since your last sleepover/margarita marathon/ trip to Forever 21 together, but that day has sadly arrived.

You catch yourself reminiscing over long forgotten Facebook albums; some of the pictures are even—gasp—detagged! You find yourself determined to reunite and catch up, what with you both returning home from different schools on Spring Break. What a coincidence, you’re not going to Mexico, and she won’t be joining the Senor Frog with all of her schoolmates. With nothing else to do in the boring suburbs, you assume that you two will def hang out (mostly because you texted her “we will def hang out”). But sure enough, you and homegirl don’t get together. You don’t even hang out. Not even a Starbucks run together…and the worst part is? She lives a block away from you. Read More »

In what is a very strange coincidence, the day before I posted this article a friend of mine decided it was time to confront the boy she had been seeing for three months.

They had been pretty solid for that time – hanging out regularly, exchanging Valentine’s Day gifts and sharing some pretty spectacular sex – but she was never quite ready to bring up the whole “relationship” issue. She and I had always debated about what to do in a situation like hers. I, obviously, was all for laying my cards on the table. Right away. Many times too soon. She was in favor of a more traditional view: do not scare the boy off. Let him take the reins; make him come after you.

But, after a while, my friend decided it was time to tell him how she was feeling. She was smitten, she enjoyed his company and she wanted to make it all official. They were basically a couple as it was – minus the title – so what did she really have to fear?

She called the next morning to inform me that she was back on the market.

I was shocked. I was angry. I couldn’t even believe what I was hearing. The boy gave her the infamous excuse: “I really don’t want to hurt you, but I am just not good in relationships.” My friend handled the entire situation with poise, dignity and grace. I, on the other hand, wanted to punch him in the face. Read More »