I love Allie Brosh. (In a totally not creepy, platonic kind of way.) She captures the vivid, unbearable rage and misery of being frustrated, alive, depressed. Also she is so goddamn funny - that post about the game of wolves and chasing the guy through the woods? I'm about to hiccup laugh from just thinking about it. I will also never look at Kenny Loggins with a straight face again.