P. S.

I wouldn't mind a lot of scenes revolving around Logan. Ok...thank you. Amen.

Dear God,

I need to talk to you about something very important in my life. Tomorrow begins the 7th and final season of Gilmore Girls. I need this season not to suck. In the last few years I have come to depend on Tuesday nights to perk me up...make me smile with memories of the night before on that very long Wednesday that follows. Now I know that this season will be different with new writers and new producers. But I need to know the new people on board won't make Gilmore Girls jump the shark. I need to know that this season will be filled with the witty banter and pop culture references that I have become accustomed to. I know this is possible because I saw Grey's last week and it completely met all expectations. So in conclusion I will thank you in advance for a wonderful season. Because I know you won't let me down!

Its a Jungle Out There

If you have never visited south Florida, the extent of the wildlife could come as a shock. After living here for almost two months I am begining to feel like Snow White with the animals singing and flitting around her. When I step out the door in the morning I am greeted by the two tree frogs that live on the window. Rosy and Al (the albino tree frog) are happy to poke thier heads up to see who is coming out the door. As my heels click on the stone dozens of tiny lizards go scattering in every direction. Just as I am about to reach my car a 9 inch land crab scuttles accross the path. Apparently my morning leaving lets him know its time to move from the fern to the potted plant to spend his day. As I drive through the neighborhood I pass the ponds with the herons and finally as I go through the gaurd gate I can see raccoon eyes watching from the shrubs. Living in south Florida is the next best thing to living in the zoo, which was my 8 year old ambition. I guess dreams really do come true!

Homeless, again

Ok, so no hurricanes thus far. But still I find myself in a homeless predicament. I made the decision to move out for my own safety. And now I'm moving from place to place. I have a storage unit for my furniture and a room at a friends house. So for those who are interested...I'm not dead....at least not yet anyhow.

Come to Jesus (part I)

So this weekend I had resigned myself to staying in my apartment. I can keep my door closed to avoid Lucifer and I had decided to have a come to Jesus about inviting Dahmer over. So no prob...we are set. I talked to Einstien last night about how I wasn't totally comfortable with her giving out our address to men she met on the internet. And in a very nice/joking smiley way let her know how I felt. She agreed that it may not be the smartest thing to do...and that next time she would definitely have a public meeting first. Phew....crisis averted. I can now live safely in my home..........
....yeah right! You didn't think my life could honestly go that smoothly.
Here comes midnight...when Einstien thinks I am asleep....and who comes waltzing through our door...but Dahmer himself. Now I didn't see him come in...because I was almost asleep until the door slammed. But I did hear a male voice in her bedroom from 12-1 in the morning. So her whole "I'm not an idiot, I won't do it again" speech was all lies.

I am now frantically working out a new place to live...and praying that in the mean time Dahmer won't decide to live up to his name. I suppose I will have to initiate another come to Jesus tonight.....grrrrrrr...... I'll let you know how that turns out tomorrow...supposing I'm not dead.