lotusbiosm

Yours truly is officially single again. Oddly enough, I had a dream two nights ago that a man who alternated between Patrick Dempsey and Matthew McConaughey proposed (with a ring that was too small for my ring finger but fit on my thumb, which makes no sense at all). That was probably related to watching the Barbara Walters special.
Anyway, this was a long time coming, if one is honest, and there are no hard feelings. We're still friends. It was mutual (great minds think alike), and we had a nice chat. You are all hereby officially ordered that you are not allowed to hate Gabe on my behalf (I can't do anything about how you feel about him on your own, and you are no longer obliged to pretend to like him on my behalf either).
Now I can fantasize about Jake Gyllenhaal guilt-free.
Also, it means that if I do manage to come up for Hot Dog Day I'm crashing with Mandie (assuming she doesn't mind).