Tuesday, January 23, 2007
State of the Girlfriend
If you were to ask 5-year old me what my favorite record album of all time was, the answer would have been Some Girls. I loved Some Girls, but only because of the album jacket, which was like playing with paper dolls. (The music itself was inconsequential, my heart belonged to Steve Miller and "Abracadabra.") If you were to ask my brother what his favorite album was at the time, he would have replied "anything teethable." Brother version "Toddler" was a biter, dude.
My baby brother just got his heart smashed into tiny little pieces, for the second time in his life. It's hard to comfort someone miles away while trying to watch Robot Chicken. Some girls need time, some girls come back, some girls don't. Some girls are crazy, and some are boring, and some, like that 18 year old dance major he kept longer than was funny, are just plain stupid. This one was a good girl, and man, I will miss her. But bros before nice-ex-girlfriends-you-wish-well.
Anyways, chief: congratulations on breaking up with your longtime on the official Most Depressing Day of the Year. If yr gonna go out, panache it up.