April 3, 2008
In fifth grade, my best friend and I were dating twins. We were living the plot of every teen girl lit book, and we, as the two Best Friends for Life (who, coincidentally, also had such a striking resemblance that we were mistaken for twins), did everything together. We dumped our boyfriends together, over the phone, by reading our vaguely predictive Sassy horoscopes, as if this were supposed explain our actions, as if the cosmos were deeming it so. In karmic retribution, however, the cosmos have decided, after a twenty-year moratorium, that itís time I am on the receiving end.