Molly McAleer

Perhaps it’s petty to operate from a place where there’s such a thing as “winners” and “losers” in a break up, but sometimes you have to get that low to rise up and feel like a worthy human once again.…

Go to brunch and see how exhaustingly average most people are. Invite an old friend to a flea market and remind yourself why you stopped hanging out with them.

You have to be able to do this. You just have to.

“Can I get pregnant from my dog? Can my cat?”

Calling other girls basic.

Beside the blood test, here are some other precautions the show takes to ensure that you don’t kill yourself in the process of doing this (yes, you really do get very, very drunk): they give you a fifty dollar booze budget.

I don’t understand words that aren’t a part of my world. I tried to call a dermatologists’ office yesterday to see if they took my insurance and wound up hanging up on the receptionist because I couldn’t understand what number I was supposed to read off of my insurance card. I went three years without paying my taxes once. I didn’t address my student debt for five years after graduation.

What I’m getting at here is that we have to help each other because we’re in a particular bathroom situation as women.

I hope that the boyf likes what he sees; rough edges and all.

I had a meltdown on Tuesday because I’m super fat. Okay, I’m not fat, but I definitely have put on over ten pounds in two months, which is 2008 Britney Spears out-of-control.

I’d like to say that I’m always going to be better about this stuff now, that seeing how not bad this whole thing turned out to be was an important learning lesson for me in how fears are just illusions multiplied by your imagination but I’m not sure.

The little quips that used to make you laugh now make you sigh and look out the window.