Fucking e-mail.
I swear. Back in the day, when geography meant something, if you left a place you were disconnected from it. Writing an embarrassing letter required an envelope, stamps, a mailbox—intent. Several steps. Even phoning a person required you to be in the moment, ready to talk to that person and deal with the looming possibility of awkward silences—guts.
from roommatefromhell.com, the book/blog that is so excellent, that i fear the moment it will be finished… i will soooo miss reading a chapter each morning so much.