Missing people sucks

I had a good friend once who I made the mistake of getting involved with. We had a great road trip, two weeks of bliss, and then I lost my friend forever. I don't think about him often, but sometimes, like when I need someone to appreciate my Buffy theme song ringtone, or when I'm eagerly anticipating an Old Navy trip, I wish I still had him, as a friend, to snark at the world with.

In other news, I showed Mom my Nerve Personals profile on Christmas Eve and she said, "You look like a porn star in that picture! You'll attract very weirdo in New York!"

"Every weirdo in New York" is a big thing with Moms.