text: That story didn't make it in the book, but reliving our childhoods made us laugh together. For his help in delving into our past dysfunctions, I give the biggest thanks to him.
  
  To my aunt Kate, who taught me the joy of pretend.
  
  To my dad, because he's always made me feel like a success, no matter what I've done. And who will ALWAYS bug me to keep saving more in my retirement fund.
  
  To my boyfriend, who kept me going through a lot of the crap I just threw up on all the previous pages. I'd delete my Twitter account for you, honey.
  
  To Kim Evey, who was my companion and inspiration through the best and worst. Without you, this book wouldn't exist.
  
  To Wil Wheaton, Sean Becker, Ryan Copple, Maurissa Tancheroen, and the cast of The Guild and Dr. Horrible, all of whom fuel my creativity and inspire me to be a better friend.
  
  To Joss Whedon, whom I adore with stars in my eyes, who I want to be a badass for. Who inspires me to keep creating while standing awkwardly near the hummus.
  
  To my agent, Erin, and my editor, Lauren, and everyone at Touchstone who believed that people wanted to hear stories from the life of a very weird internet woman.
  
  And lastly, to every fan who's linked or tweeted or commented on my work. To every person who ever worked on or volunteered on The Guild. You kept me going. You turned my struggle into a success. You are the only reason I'm here. Love you muchly.