Black Tuesday
Well here it is, the day intended to make heros out of unimaginitive boyfriends and spinsters out of us poor single girls with no man to lavish us with ass fattening chocolate, wilting flowers and little fuzzy bears holding pink fuzzy hearts. Amateurs. I received some yummy cupcakes from my cute gay neighbor and delighted in every one of those ass fattening chocolate delights. They didn’t taste bitter at all.
And thanks to all of you who called for updates on the snowstorm, I survived the Winter Snow Blast 2006 just fine with tequila and wine. Jen and I partied it up with the Seattle crew as accumulations grew and spent the greater part of Sunday watching the snow fall, bad tv and eating Mexican delivery. It was lovely.
