Super Evil Flash Programmer and I caught up over chocolate cheesecake at the bi-monthly Office Birthday Meeting. I wasn't going to eat any seeing as I'll be publicly half-naked in a few hours for my inaugural salsa performance....[If I didn't invite you, it's probably because I don't want you there (sorry). Not because I don't like you, but I have no idea how I'll perform under the scrutiny of people I know seeing me dressed like a stripper, while trying to stay on beat with Beatless Shorty. Little did I ever imagine that years of therapy and pseudo-spirituality would lead to the perfection of the "sexy walk." I'm trusting that it's all in the name of embracing my sexuality and inner-Goddess...who walks very sexy.]

...but then I realized, that this is chocolate we're talking about. So, I had a sliver. And then another one (it all equals one regular slice).

Anyway, Super Evil Flash Programmer is all stressed about the $1600 a month health insurance premium he'll have to pay to cover himself and his wife. What a scam. All I know is that unless you study the insurance booklets like a mafia tax attorney on crack, you're getting screwed...I'm starting to think that when I was a little kid and wanted another piece of candy and my dad would say "No," and I'd say "Why the hell not? (except I didn't use the word 'hell')...You've had three more pieces than I've had! That's not fair!" and he'd say, "Life isn't fair,"...maybe, he was trying to teach me something...

Along with my bra, skirt, and eye shadow, I might be wearing some chocolate cheesecake tonight.

Just for today, I can eat weigh in on eating chocolate cheesecake.