“I can’t help it. I’m an emotional cutter.”

I heard “emotional cutter” on an episode of “Sex and the City” once, and at the time, I remember thinking, “Well, that’s a stupid expression that trivializes actual cutting.”

Nope. No, it’s not. It’s a sick, fucking compulsive form of masochism that can lead to crying in the ladies’ room at your office.

Ahem. Not that I’d know from personal experience… *sniff*

No. Fuck this. I am so much better than this. And there’ll be wine later. So much wine. (I take no responsibility for any blogging I do under the influence.)

P.S. Facebook is fucking awful.