...am I some sort of abberation of nature if I feel totally gypped if he lasts less than half an hour? I mean, I'm 20, so my biological clock is sort of running on overdrive trying to get me preganant a billion times, but still, goddamn.

REALLY don't understand the "don't talk about former exploits" one. I prefer to date guys who are human, with real human pasts and human problems, and I'd rather have a name to attach to "crippling fear of monogamy" so we can talk about it and get through it. Gory details about fucking crippling-fear-of-monogamy in a…

I want to see this movie. I've watched every episode of the show, so I might be legally OBLIGATED to see this movie. but, uh, my Dad happens to look exactly like "John James Preston," and also happens to share his profession, and also gets stopped on the street frequently by rabid SATC fans. Really, I could not handle…

A recent horrible break up (and, subsequently, a blissful re-coupling) really woke me the fuck up to how much I love spending time with other women. Maybe it was the astounding need I suddenly had to slander my ex-boyfriend's good name, but after 6 months of hanging out iwth his friends and my own legions of guy…

These books were probably what inspired me to start writing when I was twelve, and to be as silly and fearless and in love as I wanted while doing it. They also inspired me to cut up my Rainbow Brite sheets and wear them as a damn dress, but I'll forgive them since they led me to my future career. Missing Angel Juan…

...Am I really the only one who kind of adores the verging-on-grotesquely emaciated look? My boyfriend is probably best described as follows: ed norton and ryan gosling had a child, then starved it for a few years. He's not a hipster/male model/boyorexic type, he's not Daniel Johns and he most definitely weighs less…