i'm not ALL about the boobies...

Compared to many, I've got it pretty easy. Great family, great friends, great job, roof over my head, nice entertainment budget... But it has been a trying week.

First, there was the control-freak/ex-girlfriend-stalker that I went out with last Friday. Done. Stick a fork in him. Then there was the the excessively drunk man who would not take no for an answer at 4 am at Casa de Bunny (to clarify, NOT a friend of Bunny's) last weekend. Finally, last night, there was the Stick-In-The-Mud who made it clear that I was not thin enough for him. SITM was wearing a tie chain, mind you, and I wouldn't have gone out with him again even if it had been between him and Mr. Stalker.

So, I find myself at a point where, even though I'm so excited for a couple of my friends and their newfound happiness, I cannot bear their demonstrative affection right now. Knowwhatimean? It feels petty to me, and this makes me feel worse. I alternate between mirth and dejection. At least I'm only dejected half of the time.

In addition to my marathon of frog-kissing, I have to go to court tomorrow as a part of the US Gov't's proceedings against the idiot who tried to steal my purse last October. I have every faith that he will be sentenced to 30 days in jail and then released to steal other and better handbags.

Grrrrr...

I think it is time for some cocktail/retail therapy with my New York posse. And to see the Gates exhibit in Central Park. TAS and Freck: get ready.