(this is annie)

I really love myself sometimes. Like when I write an e-mail to my long-standing faraway crush that details how my pants keep popping open and how that makes me feel like Mama Cass in corduroys, even though that's the farthest thing from the truth.

I love myself even more when, thinking I'm sending it only to my crush, I actually send it to a few dozen people on an e-mail listserv.