Me?  really… the worst–  EVER?  please! 

that’s so ridiculous!  i can’t even wrap my brain around the idea.  and why me the worst?  because i don’t beat around the bush?  because i say what i mean?  because i want what i want?

truth be told, i’m a pathetic OW.  i couldn’t even seal the deal.  couldn’t TAKE what i so desparately wanted.  couldn’t “even the score.”

and why?  NOT becuase i didn’t want Mister, Mister enough… but because I thought more of someone else than i did of myself/my needs.

if sacrificing MY NEEDS, for the good of someone else, makes me the WORST OW ever… than GUILTY AS CHARGED.

(but, hey, you’d at least think i’d have gotten some really hot, hot sex out of the deal… )

because i have witnessed such harsh, horrible consequences befall the most innocent, pure human beings.

(No true, good god/God would/could ever be so cruel)

I was hoping to see you tonite at the Violet Festival (that is, until H spilled his beer down the front of me).  Maybe tomorrow? 

(i know i can’t… )

damn my tmj.  it’s gonna be the death of me yet.  two tylenol 3’s and no relief.  nothing.

wine… that’s what i need.

(and lots of it)

SJP’s been getting a bad rap lately.  I say, “So what if SJP doesn’t have the prettiest face in the world– her body more than makes up for it.” 

(HELLO, BODY!;  goodbye mole… ) 

Hopping, shopping… what’ev you call it, I had FUN. Amazing what 300K will buy– or won’t buy– depending on what side of the tracks you’re on.

Ahhh, but one thing’s for certain… I’m gonna get me a loft (or die trying).

i’m gonna post those vaca pics.