  It was that time of the month, and no I don't mean that lovely monthly visitor. I go to my mail, expecting my real monthly friend. That magazine, with the shiny seductive cover sits there, beckoning to me. I smile, thinking of the contents of that magazine excites me. I take it up to my apartment, open the plastic cover, and quickly flip through enjoying the pictures. So yeah, got the latest Vogue today. What were ya thinking? Ciao a tutti! 
