I guess I'll have to just spew out the innards of my psyche in lew of my normally finely crafted blog (don't laugh). I know I've been very remiss regarding my blog lately. I've actually been having some health challenges that involve my female anotamy (which I won't get into because the thing that starts with a "P" that more than half the population of the world deal with on a monthly basis is considered "inappropriate" by the other part of the population - which is less than half - and I care far too much about what people think to be that much of a free spirit...for today).

ANYWAY... I've decided to take off my Married Man Magnet (actually, I didn't know I had it on). It's not that I'm interested in married men, but it just seems like there are a lot of very friendly married men Out There who take my time up at parties and other social gatherings (my therapist tells me that it's me who is playing "safe," but WHATEVER...I'm getting a little tired of her little "analysis" and what all..I mean, who does she think she is telling my my bidness?). Either way, the point is, married men are a GIANT waste of my time (did you hear that?). And if you're a married woman reading this and thinking "Why don't you get yo own damn husband?!" (except, minus the ghetto accent) I'll quote Jennifer Aniston (or the character she played) in "Friends With Money" (which was OK, except for this line) and say, "I would if I could!!" (cuz I'm not tryin' to steal yo man...!) I mean, I know I'm supposed to be married (or close to it) by now, but I'm missing the normal gene, or forgot to put it on my "To Do" list or something, but I'm working on it...Boy, I really need some sleep!

Just for today, I can spew forth into my blog.