Chairy Girl rips his words straight from the screen so you can stare… and cringe… ouch. The wonders of email never cease.

Chairy Girl emerges after months on a secret undercover mission, staggering, wounded, muttering over and over, “Livejournals are the death of everything sacred.” Here’s what we could piece together from her report.

Chairy Girl breaks with the usual format, to give some thoughts on love in keeping with the season, and how broccoli is the worst part of selfish tempura.

Can Chairy Girl survive a broadside of obsessive melodramatics? Stay tuned.

AOL Instant Messenger becomes a mind games battlefield; more bruised feelings from Chairy Girl. Plus, when boys go creepy!

Hey, even guys who go to meetings of their college’s “Objectivist Club” can’t spell or form a sentence worth a good goddamn (to say nothing of the dubious level of emotional maturity). Thanks Maketh Me Swoon.

Chairy girl gives us heartrending monolgue, the waning trickle of a stream of consciousness, in Maketh Me Swoon.

Columns offers a firm welcome handshake to Chairy Girl, mastermind behind Maketh Me Swoon. In this episode, we see the awkward dumping spiel, awkwardly delivered via email. This is gonna be good.