That's it. It has been a hot and exhausting day, a deranged fly just came into my room and bounced off my forehead, and I've reached the conclusion that some things really are meant to be dropped like a hot potato. Like the ton of shit people in my life. Yup, I'm perfectly happy reducing the list to a mere 4-and-under trustworthy friends. Time to trim the fat, dump the excess baggage.

One potato, two potato, three potato...drop drop drop. As Kristen would say, "later, bitches!"