In a moment of drunken oversharing I contemplated moving this stuff to bruises like blue roses. No no no absolutely no. I have finally achieved internet privacy. I must keep it that way. If it's not pulp novels it can be something else, but it must stay impersonal.
I really need to watch myself when I'm drunk and on the internet. The over-share factor is exponential.
Just chugged my wine as the gnats were gathering. I am that person who will fish a gnat out of a glass of red wine and keep drinking. I am exactly that person. Tonight I believe we are going to bleach my roots. I had a lovely day with Katie in Burbank, bought some cute thigh high knit socks for winter sexiness.
Oh, how I hate gnat season. Looking back over old entries I can see that gnats are fall thing. An October-November thing, yes. Tiny bastards.