B for Boat.

Well I've cancelled my photo shoot in Charleston for the weekend. Oh well.

Otherwise, we'll be on the boat all day with Justin's mom. Boat days are always fun. I guess it's more like weekends are fun since at least one of those days will be a boat day.

I'm going to kill Kenneth. He drives me insane. Little baby cats are supposed to be cute and entertaining, not annoying and worth murdering. I've no patience for things that scrath me. I think I may still love him none-the-less. Whatever though.

The neurotic individual we represent at the office with Munchausen by Proxy keeps calling. She's a complete narcissist that smells horrible. I wish someone could imply that she needs a better laundry detergent for her clothes and an even better bar of soap. I hope they didn't notice the scent during court.

Oh my, my. Oh hell yess! Honey put on that party dress.

I'm tired and not entirely stimulated.

I placed an order today with the book store for, "Women In Love."
Nothing more entertaining then reading some D.H. Lawrence.

I'd discuss my family gossip, but that's only entertaining when I'm discussing it amongst my family. Aside from that, I think it's completely insignificant and partially dull for everyone else.

I had a short but enlightening discussion with a good friend of mine in regards to a certain individual we both mutually know. He writes at the old age of 19. His prerogative is to attempt to swoon every woman he's able to and is most interested in those that aren't impressed with his writing. Personally, with an agreed friend... His writing is horrible and there's no bigger turn on than a girl that has no legitimate interest in him for that very reason. He thinks himself the next Petrarch & I think myself a Golden God. There's nothing more entertaining than an individual in-love with being in love every five minutes and inhumanly convinced that his/her abilities are completely prestine and indulged in perfection. Nothing better, love the person that really believes that they're somewhat charming writing is going to leave its historical mark. Unless he suddenly starts blogging celebrity gossip, his fame will forever revolve around 16 year old boppers. Coooooooooooool. It gives me something to laugh about. Nothing better then having something to laugh about.