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Dear Breakup Girl,

Well, I've got too many New Year's choices. One's a party at an acquaintance's house. Catered, fancy dress, no kids (per the invitation), etc. Blech. Then there's the college friend's reunion where we all go up to nothern California and hang out and reminisce about the old days when we tried to keep each other sane but mostly ended up with a bunch of weirdness. Then there's the biker gang from SF that I met at Burning Man, and they're all taking two weeks off to go dirt biking in Baja, but the only way I can join them is if I quit my job. The third is the one that would be the most meaningful for me, but it's the one that I can only do if I become horribly irresponsible. (I'm trying to line up another job for after New Year's, but it's not happening very quickly.) Not really your standard Breakup Girl fodder, but heck, neither is the popular turn of the century.)

-- Sarah

Dear Sarah,

1. If you say blech, I say blech.

2. Ech, nah. Someone will sleep with someone, and you'll have to write me back.

3. Okay. I am not encouraging you to be horribly irresponsible. But I am encouraging you to have, in the New Year, a job you're not even tempted to quit. Wherever you wind up on 2K eve, count down to that.

Love,
Breakup Girl

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