It's a full moon. The men are frisky and the sheep are scared. HA!
I went out last night to have coffee and the moon was baGORGEOUS.
I met a man on my way to work this morning. It was the cutest, cutest thing. I loved it. Must be the moon. He was driving behind me, blowing me kisses. How could he even SEE me? Awesomely funny. I think I found my babydaddy. [Riiiight. With my luck, dude will want me to have sex with a farm animal (do NOT go there, JM!!!) or his father or something equally as repugnant.]
Stella, I DO feel like Samantha on Sex and The City. ME NO LIKE. (I still want to see the YouTube clip of Samantha deciding she is really not a lesbian.) HappyLesbianville has now become the butt of my friends' jokes on me. Go ahead, bitches, laugh your assess off. Payback is a serious bitch and I have my own float in the Bitch Parade.
Oh anyhooser, isn't the moon beautiful?
1 comment:
I noticed it last night too as I headed out the door after work. Gorgeous. Great for making love or even a solitary moon dance on the beach.
The spirit is there -- give in to the impulse.
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