This weekend produced the most drama I’ve seen in a while. Mostly, I’ve taken no responsibility for it. Not mostly. Relatively? How do you say, not my problem, in a way that doesn’t make you sound like a dick? J described it as giving her room to take responsibility for herself. And so it goes.

While discussing Oktrends latest data, when I mentioned iphone users having eleven partners by age thirty she exclaimed, “thats how many people I’ve had sex with this year!” I can’t keep track of what’s cool or acceptable or anything anymore it seems. But yet, I do. I guess, sometimes, I’m still surprised.

But yes, life is changing. I called my lawyer today, but spoke to my paralegal and said that I had a time-sensitive investment opportunity and needed the status of my settlement. Really. I said that shit. While preparing my 401k and my health insurance for my upcoming transition between workplaces, I realized I’m all sorts of fucking grown up these days. Sneaks up on you. Next I’ll have a meaningful long term relationship or something, you watch.