This past holiday week I went to visit a guy I’ve been long-distancely dating for a few months. While I was at his apartment, I felt a full-blown nervous breakdown coming on. A what-am-I-doing-with-my-life-I’m-going-to-die-alone-my-thighs-look-fat-in-everything-I-wear kind of breakdown. Not good. I tried the standard think-about-nice-things-like-puppy-dogs-Swedish-fish-and-Paul-Rudd’s-delicious-smile route, but it wasn’t working. Shit! I was on the verge of a serious nervous… Read more »
