So there I was...

......checking my e-mail when I notice that my buddy has posted the comment "you are the worst blogger ever". I just want to come out and say that I no longer have the luxury of a naptime in which to sit and bang away at the keyboard. I have a day job and evening classes. I think my buddy should get to scrapbooking and get off my butt. Beyond that, I just spent an evening at her house drinking vodka, eating ice cream and listening to her bitch about life in general. You'd think this would earn a girl a little leeway. A little love, maybe. But no. She couldn't just e-mail and tell me she would love to see a post from me about my exciting life. She had to get on there in front of God and country and slam my poor fragile ego to the ground. She pounded it to dust in a (frankly uncoordinated) vicious Mexican hat dance. So, in response to the indignity that she has foisted upon my poor innocent head, I'm going to tell everyone a big secret of hers.

She buys dead women's clothes that have been made out of sheets and are see-through at yard sales.

And, she wears them in public.

So there.