I've witnessed the walk of shame more than a few times in my home, well, out of my home. Thankfully I've never had that experience, I bet it sucks though. The messed up hair, the smudged make up, putting the clothes you wore from last night back on. A total disaster for all the world to see until you finally get home. Yeah, I've never done that.

There was a time when Ben was a 'ladies' man, I couldn't understand it, but then again, seeing the girls that walked through the living room, giving a curteous greeting and goodbye to me as I ate my cereal on the couch watching cartoons, I could definitely see why.

He usually went for the dumb girls. And I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but they were usually blonde, some natural, some dyed, and I'm not saying all blonde girls are dumb, I mean, heh, look at me, I'm a freakin' genius (Only kidding, A and B's, but I'm not trying to brag or anything). But these girls. It was all through Ben's time in high school, so I was like, 10-14 during all of this. I'd watch them stumble in, being all gross and all over each other, then just the girl would leave the next morning.

They were pretty, I'd give him that, but he never had a stable relationship. The longest he dated a girl was a month, and even then she'd come to me and ask me what his deal was and if there was something he was hiding. I didn't know what to tell them, Ben was a... reserved sort of guy. He'll jump into bed in a snap, but he is very guarded. And he still is kind of guarded. Well... sometimes it seems like a lot. But everytime he gets on my case about something, when he thinks he's all knowing and I'm his ditzy little sister, it makes me go insane. He barely, just barely graduated high school. Oh, and why just barely do you ask?

Because he'd go out drinking, sleep with girls, and wake up at the crack of noon every other night, since his junior year.

But after high school that all seemed to change, he turned into this weird, sort of, drill sergeant guy. Up and in everyone's buisness, making sure everything was on schedule and everyone was alright. When that transition happened I wasn't sure if I liked newBen and missed partyBen.

I wish there was like a middle ground, but there isn't with Ben, he's always so serious, so strict and sometimes a real prick.

I mean, Daryl's a good guy. He's got a short fuse, but he's nice... to me... and Honey... and a few choice other people... All I'm saying is at least I didn't take after my brother, some surly, horny, teenaged drunk to... a total twat.

I mean, what an asshole for calling me out like that, saying I led guys into bed. Sometimes that's the ultimate goal, but come on! He must've have brought in half the girl population of King County High School into his bedroom... dick.

Daryl's not an idiot either! Like all the girls he had, they were dumb, dumb, dummies.
And he's not a killer, he's a survivor, and he's good at what he does, and he's good with babies, and uhh...other stuff (that involves no pants), but what I'm trying to say is...

Ben is a dick. Daryl is... not a dick.

Robert is as level headed as he usually is. Jo is branching out. And I'm... what am I doing?

Oh yeah! I'm mothering an orphan I call Honey, I'm protecting the people in my group and I'm nursing a slap I got to the face, earning a bruise and split lip (which by the way, Carol later told me I was the bravest women she ever met, and she felt bad that I got the hit that was meant for her. I reassured her all was fine, better me than her or Sophia, I said).

Sometimes all this shit is just unbelievable. Something else that's unbelievable, salvation at the CDC.

-L.B.