A 5 inch clit isn't a clit, btw. It's a dick.

Ok well, let's try not to have any depression here today, danggit.

Had the greatest ceiling time last night, lasted so long there wasn't time for anything else, if ya know what I mean. But damn, it was wonderful.

Katie is going to Santa Fe next week with my sister, under duress. Not that she doesn't want to go, but she knows she'll miss Charlie, and that's just not fun at all when you're 16 and head over heels. I haven't really seen a whole lot of Kt lately, she's been busy with Char, and I've been busy doing stuff too.

Mark just left to go get Emma, a 2 hour drive each way. Dy said Emma's really been testing her this week, clinging and whining and being a general 4 year old. Whee! Hand me the Xanax, please. Im taking her to a sneak preview of Stuart Little 2 tomorrow morning. Oh, boy. A theater full of Emma types. Make that 2 Xanax. And a quaalude. And 4 Bicardi Silvers, please. To go.