*makes sweet, sweet love to BWW*
I'm home! I got back a couple of nights ago, but I'm now really sick, have post-Europe depression (all that, "But the food
here isn't like France...") and have been sulking for the last 36 hours. The benefit is after eating up a storm for 3.5 weeks, it's so much easier to get back on Atkins since North American carbs are so much more inferior!
Feel that rumble? The Bitch is back!" width="14" height="14" src=https://cloudimages.broadwayworld.com/board/wink.gif>
Anyway, this is my first time back online. I'm sick as a dog, but I've got to go out and by some treatment cream for my two leather jackets I splurged on in Italy. I feel a bit terrible (poor cows...I think they had to use two of them per jacket for me to fit into it), but my vain side is adoring them. Much to tell you about, including the busload of Italian soccer players in their twenties who were at the same rest stop as me near Venice! It was like my best wet dream come true.
I'll try to come back on tonight, but I'm jetlagged and have a fever. Didja miss me? Huh?
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
"Good luck returning my ass!" - Wilhemina Slater
"This is my breakfast, lunch and f***ing dinner right here. I'm not even f***in' joking." - Colin Farrell