no apologies, no regrets

have some pie. ;)

ugh! the worst thing i've ever done to get back at someone is this: i spent an inordinate amount of time and mental and emotional energy plotting my revenge. it made my stomach hurt. living well is the best revenge.

the villains get all the good lines.

obsessive thought patterns and poor judgement - i'm no good with money, either.

there'd be shots, belly dancing, cupcakes, drag queens, flogging, gas masks, and strippers. duh.

vicodin

my kids.

i don't have a television. i'm annoyed by people who claim to be annoyed by what the see on theirs.

a rock star. sort of.

i can't remember my password and i no longer have the email address i opened this account with. evidently, it's saved to my phone though -just discovered it.

love without sex

gave it up for philosophical reasons

hmm...4 days ago...that was...hell, i don't know. i'm going to go with life circumstances and the inevitably of human drama.

didn't i already answer this? why are you so unoriginal?

Sophia Loren in the '50s or Ann Margaret in the '60s

oh my. a photograph is like a poem; it can evoke emotions, capture a moment or tell a story, but it conceals as much as it reveals and the interpretations are as unique as the viewers and scenes recorded.

Quixxxotica? well, let's see what the American Heritage says:

quix·ot·ic (kwĭk-sŏt'ĭk) adj.

1.Caught up in the romance of noble deeds and the pursuit of unreachable goals; idealistic without regard to practicality.
2.Capricious; impulsive: "At worst his scruples must have been quixotic, not malicious" (Louis Auchincloss).

no, i've never read Don Quixote and probably never will. i added the extra letters to sex it up and make it sound more like a drag queen.

i haven't known some of them as well as others. ultimately, i don't really *know* any of them as i'm certain that many people are somewhat uncomfortable around their significant others' parents...past or present. i've never disliked one, but have thought a few were better suited for him than others. the fact is this: when i held my sons as babies, i would look at them and my heart would practically explode with love for them. i knew even then that someday, other girls, other women would look at them the same way and then, though i hadn't yet met a one of them yet, i fell in love with all of them first. i know this is not the answer that was expected or hoped for, but it's true. there are at least five that i will always care about and hope for their happiness.

me, only better. :)