For my third advice column, I’m doing actual questions asked by actual people…ish. I liberally paraphrased the following questions from multiple convos with multiple people, but I can do that because I call the shots around here.
Dear BBT,
I want to meet new boys – where/how can I do that?
-Single and Ready to Mingle
Dear Never Refer to Yourself as “Ready to Mingle” Again,
Service projects! Philanthropic social events! match.com! Irby Avenue!
I really have no idea. But what I do know is this: leave :| at home – no one wants to talk to Flat Face.
Dear BBT,
My friend is such a drama queen and I really don’t think I can take it anymore. I don’t want her to think I don’t care, but I also don’t think I can handle another second of her bitching and moaning. Thoughts?
-End of My Rope
Dear Join the Club,
Take it easy, JtC – being dramatic about another’s drama helps no one…I think lots of times people just go thru phases where they have their head so far up their own ass that they don’t know up from down. Maybe take a little breather – go invisi on gchat, hang out with a different group of friends for the weekend…sometimes space is the best medicine.
This is not good advice – space is the best medicine?? I really don’t know what to say…YOU’RE a drama queen.
Maybe I’m not as good at the wisdom imparting as I thought. I think I’ll stop now.
It’s just as well, anyway, because Zirkle #3 shared with me an amazing blog that is equal parts fascinating and terrifying – not only in subject matter, but also re: the domepiece of its creator. There’s obscure…and then there’s morphing famous celebs with Steve Buscemi’s eyes.
I am repulsed, yet I can’t look away. There are so many awesomely horrible ones…Heidi is a favorite, Â and the Kardashians…here – have a gander: Chicks with Steve Buscemeyes.