Dear This Shallow Thought,

"I'm worried about marrying an ugly man, because people will look at us and think, 'Wow, she's way too pretty for him.' Also, I'm even more terrified of having ugly kids. And no one will tell me. And marrying an ugly man will up my chances of having ugly kids.

"I'm also worried about marrying a man that's prettier than I am. Because then people will look at us and think, 'Wow, he's way too pretty for her.' Chances of having ugly kids are less if I marry an attractive man, but what if our genes mix in a way that creates really ugly children anyway?"

I'm sure that when I find the right man, these worries will become moot, because I'll be in love and happy and whatever happens, happens, but that doesn't stop these vain and shallow thoughts from crossing my mind every once in a while.

Am I a horrible person for thinking these things?

Love, Tanika

Dear Sanity,

I've written at least one blog a month since I started this thing. Seeing as how it's almost the end of November and I have yet to write anything, in case I don't get around to it within the next few days, this is my blog for the month. I can put you at ease. We won't have to add a little extra "in" to the beginning of your name.

...

Now I feel like a lame, pathetic loser because I haven't written anything worthwhile this month.

Oh. Well, I have time later today... ya know... after calling it a night...

I'll figure out something less disappointing in the morning.

Love, Tanika

Dear Chinese Zodiac,

For years (most of my life, really) I've thought I was the Year of the Horse. But, alas, I have been horribly mistaken. Because my birthday falls before the Chinese New Year, it turns out I'm the Year of the Snake.

This has shaken my world, and now I feel I need to transfer to Slytherin.

Love, Tanika