Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

Since words can never do this two hour haul justice, I've employed the Blackberry to show you just how rural things are here. Yup Route 58 hasn't changed in ions and. . . Let's hope there's never a crazy out. It would take too long to find me.

I'm finishing up the research for a piece on breast cancer, and... No, I won't drink this but it is ironic and funny. More that this display of the low grade wine, for Breast Cancer research, was done for Valentine's at my local CVS. Yup. Buy wine, roses, and ease your calorie alert and cheap factor by knowing your purchase gave a few dimes for research. I shake my head.

Some of you know what this time of year means to me . . . one broken heart, hard memories to face, and the perpetual avoidance of phone calls from one person. Actually, since I have a new cell number I won’t have those calls this year. Woot on that one. These things have nothing to do with the Hallmark holiday. Someone I once hung out with, had relations with, talked to (you find the phrase . . . ) called it "Naked Baby Angel Day." That name has stuck with me, so "Naked Baby Angel Day" it is. For the Hallmark holiday I have got more bad memories and experiences than I should, and on a disturbing level most of those memories have become funny. In 1998 my college roommates (well MC and Jess—Mellie and I wanted no part) decided to put out a "Wanted Ad for the Ladies of Unit 2." That action alone easily surpasses the other memories. Essentially, those two had watched entirely too many episodes of _The Dating Game_, and they thought it would...