Lately, E and I have been having some little coffee breaks at school. It's been one of the more comforting parts of my week. We're able to sit down for a few minutes and I feel like I can just be me, and he's just being him. We both sort of just bitch about all the crap in our lives, then move on. I never thought that he and I could have interactions that weren't fraught with sexual tension. Somehow, it's completely tension-free. His girlfriend makes him really happy, and even though I don't like her, I don't have to. It's enough that she's making him happy. He actually claims to be thrilled for me and D. He said to me last week that he's really happy that I'm with someone who loves me so much. I thought it was really sweet. It amuses me that he's still the same person he always was, irresponsible, funny, dishonest about the stupidest things, and he genuinely cares about what happens to me. He hasn't grown up an iota since I've known him, though there is a certain sadness that tinges his entire demeanor now.

Will Ashlee Simpson ever regain our respect? Wait, that's right, she never had it.