Amber says...

I've never been a big supporter of the general act of blogging. Tis true. But... my friend — or rather, my aquaintance, but we'll get to that later — says it's great therapy (and a great way to meet people, though I find this highly suspect). So... blame it on Amber! (I have a strange feeling this may be a default statement in my life over the course of the next few months. After all, Amber — in my friend Maria's words — is my replacement, and one never cares to be replaced.)

Amber is my friend Maria's friend. How's that for stupid explanations? When — as Maria so sweetly puts it — I abandoned her for "insert nameless man," she turned to Amber for companionship. As if she ever lacked companionship! Maria is never one to be alone. I don't know what's worse, being accused of abandoning your friend, being forced to eat shit to compensate for it, being replaced, or being called a replacement. Funny thing is Amber didn't seem to mind. I think she's better than I at dismissing Maria's sharp tongue. After all, Maria's just a softy inside... and we ALL know that! Yes, Maria, your secret is out, posted to the world. Oooh. maybe I'm going to like this blogging thing after all — despite the fact that I suck at it.