Why does having the ugliest hair in months always guarantee running into The Ex? bah.

They'd have to pay me to see a movie like along came polly. blech. You'd think Aniston, never mind Stiller would be more discriminating with the scripts. You've got an interesting technique there complimenting yourself constantly. I should give that a try. Nah, I'm too modest.

Drattage!

or bitter?

Dear Katherine,

Ad hominem attacks are always inappropriate. You don't like it, don't read it.

MEOW! HISS HISS, put away the claws sista!

Fish congrats on the great hair day, they always make me feel good about myself as well.

SO, what ARE the chances of running into J and Ms. Boring at that same show.......I'd say one in a million! Someone must be watching over you and they are making sure you look GREAT whenever you run into them. OR you're being stalked, I hope it's not the latter.

Anyway...KUDOS to you Ms. Leia! Keep it up ;)

Katherine...Modest? Possibly. Bitchy? Definitely.

Fish, I've got an excellent full-of-self meter and you ain't even registering. Keep up the good work.

seriously, what are the chances?

take delight in your fabulous hair and the boring New Girlfriend today.

how is it that you keep on running into this guy?

katherine's right. but it's your own fault if you think complimenting yourself is a bad thing. however, modesty ain't so bad either.

It's like hardly snowing outside anymore, it has a bit of a sleety-rain composition to it, you should go.

As a guy who has run into old girlfriends whose hair looks really good while out with a new girlfriend who is, shall we say, 'less than,' let me offer you my congratulations. You don't know the impact that can make.

On the other hand, maybe it's better that you don't know know. If the quality of your writing is any indication, you seem to be doing great with things the way they're going. Best of luck.

Fish, no, I'm not bitter. But that's the usual reaction of vain women to criticism. I gave your blog a chance and in the past have praised you - as you know. Oddly, while you were in the throes of J pain, you seemed to write. Now you're a steady diet of "look at me look at me" with no expression of interest in anything outside your own need for attention. It's just boring. So yeah, I'm going to stop reading. I appreciate writers not jewish princesses.