Rule number one about Fight Club: never talk about Fight Club

I keep seeing these news stories this week about high school girls getting into fist fights with other girls, teachers, pit bulls, etc... and it really surprises me. I'm trying to remember hearing about any of the girls I knew in high school getting into a fight like that and I'm coming up blank. Heck, even the tough girls of my high school (the ones who wore a lot of black, smoked and did that co-op program) didn't get into trouble for fighting. Geez, either we were an extremely mild grouping of 2000 teenagers or kids these days are going nuts. I wouldn't even have known how to throw a punch when I was 16. Maybe they're watching too much UFC. That could be it.

I woke up in the middle of a dream last night, and I was wearing the dumbest outfit in it. I was living in Florida, working in a library and I was sporting an oversized, short-sleeve white button down shirt and cream-colored lace culottes. That is an atrocious ensemble. Why do I dream in such bad fashion sense? You'd think I'd make myself look better. This is troubling.