Let me tell you what! It has been a solidly rough week. I have been on the phone so much in the past three days, I feel like I'm in a neverending goddamn voice and diction class. I can't enunciate enough words in one sentence. Needless to say, I'm not writing anything interesting until tomorrow night. This time here, this special special time we share with each other, will be met with this:
I'm too tired to write anything of substance tonight. I'll be back on tomorrow to fill your eye holes with pretty things and/or people. Until then, I'll be drinking White Zinfandel with Karen and Kim and wearing my crown of roses, scheming on a thing called, "How do I make Mike Rowe my boyfriend?"
P.S. Of COURSE this bitch did!!!