It’s 9 a.m. and I am out of bed. This is new. It took me five minutes just to pry my hands off my giant cup of coffee so I could type this. I have several meetings today with some Real Life Professionals, so I figured I should get up early and try to remember [...]
Entries from February 2009
February 19, 2009
Newsflash
This just in: I’m a friekin’ insane asylum crackerjack NUTCASE.
I mean, did you READ my last post?? Freaking. Out. Becuase a guy I had met TWICE didn’t give me a cuddle in the morning? Wowowowowow.
Whack.a.doodle.la.hoodle.
I mean, yes, there were other issues there other than the non-touching morning. But I was completely focused on the negative [...]
February 17, 2009
Easy/Lucky/Free
Wow. I have something to tell you.
There is a new guy in the picture. Mike. We met Thursday. I want him. Badly. Which makes this hard to talk about because Real Scientific Analysis That I Make Up Because I Have Low Self-Esteem states:
Admitting I want something = I am not going to get it.
That’s just [...]
February 13, 2009
You raise my blood pressure up! So I can haul around spaghettiiiii!
“I’ve never given much thought to how I would die – though I’d had reason enough in the last few months- but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.”
(I may have stolen that opening line from an incredibly popular teenage romance novel about sexy vampires. Or maybe not. You decide.)
Yes, it’s [...]
February 10, 2009
Diane Beaver
Ah! I must post today and get yesterday’s post out of our minds! A small clarification, if I may… I know that I am OBVIOUSLY hot shit. I mean, duh. And I also know that I am not a huge Jenny Craig before picture too. It’s more like the difference between old Jessica Simpson and [...]
February 3, 2009
The Freak vs. Sexy Sara
Hi from NYC! I’m writing from an amazing 70’s condo that I am staying in with The Laywer (watch this if you want to know what it looks like). It’s in Midtown. I learned that. Terminology. Fancy NYC stuff, right there. We have several things to talk about so let’s get down to brass tacks [...]