I Am A Shameless Whore

After nagging him for several weeks, my good pal Chicago Paul drew a cartoon about me. Check it out. I love this strip because 1. It demonstrates how some people who are practically strangers have this inexplicable need to tell me gruesome details about their personal lives. And 2. I also like the way it ends because, even though I'm sure this was not intentional, it is so so so true that I have no comprehension of how the male mind works (aside of my husband of course, who I probably can figure out better than myself).





And while I'm promoting other peoples' blogs, please take some time to look at Kevin Smith's writings about Jason Mewes' heroin addiction. This is some interesting stuff. I got caught up in it the last few days and I'm anxiously awaiting the next installment of the story. I heart Kevin Smith.

Not much else going on here at the moment other than the Wings won tonight. Woo hoo! We saw Patty O'Toole after the game and he had the nerve to tell Paul and I that we're lame now that we're married all because we weren't going to Chickie's and Pete's later. Dude, it's daylight saving time weekend and we don't live as close to Philly as we used to. I'm not feeling too great tonight, either. But under any other circumstances, I'm always up for the party. I could drink all night with him. And that really says something, because he's a Canadian athlete. Paul, on the other hand, well, he is lame now that he's married. But don't blame me! That's his choice. I'm not stopping him.

I better get some rest. This is the worst weekend of the year.