It’s the philosophical question…what would you do if you didn’t have to concern yourself with consequences?  Would you eat the entire bag of chips?  (In one sitting).   Would you swallow the worm in the bottle of tequila?  Would you bitch out that person you’ve always wanted to bitch out just because you could?  Would you buy that over the top diamond tiara just to release your inner Cinderella even though you can’t afford it and it gives you chronic neck pain?  What would you do?

Your boyfriend is an asshole…Your friends know it, your neighbors know it, the mailman knows it…hell even your boyfriend knows it.  Deep, deep down inside you know it too but don’t want to admit it.  But then again isn’t that what a good friend is for?

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…buzzzzzz.  All you want is five more minutes of sleep before you have to get up and get ready for work. That’s all you ask.  So you slam the alarm off, snuggle under the covers and go back to dreaming that yes, you are the woman who hands Brad Pitt his towel when he gets out of the shower…all wet and dripping…with the steam emanating from his pours.  You purposely drop the towel and he looks at you and smiles…he takes a step and reaches for your…Buzzzzzz.  SMACK!  Freakin’ alarm…

There’s always that one friend in the group who seems to get into the most precarious situations…if you’re not driving her home because she’s locked her keys in the car AGAIN, then you’re buying her drinks because she accidentally flushed her wallet down the toilet.  Then there was the time she called you from some hicktown gas station payphone in the middle of the night asking if you could come and pick her up.  You didn’t even want to ask how she got there or why her hair smelt like cow shit…and what was up with the red rubber boots?