  V was going to try to work that into the bylaws, too, but with the only other officer being my older brother, I vetoed that brilliant idea. I really must stop smoking. And drinking . If WH can give it up, so can I. I just really don't wanna.
Why the fuck am I up at 5:20 in the morning, you ask? Because I am an idiot. And because once I wake up, if I go back to sleep, I oversleep. And I have to be ready for Erica-the-life-saver (of the ran-out-of-gas incident earlier this week) to pick me up at seven so we can drive two hours to Temple for a corporate meeting. By God, the Hilton better get the sandwich orders straight this time. Ms. Ultra High Maintenance here gave specific orders on her vegetarian delight. Somehow, every time we meet, even if it is at a different hotel/restaurant/whatever, the wait staff seem to be able to pick me out of the crowd as the one who ordered everything "on the side. " Everyone's wearing jeans. " Except Queen Bren ," as MF put it. I'll wear capri pants since my only pair of jeans that fit anymore has a saggy ass . Must buy new denim. Good thing I never wanted a JLo ass since the only place I seem to gain weight these days is in my belly. It's genetic. No one in mi familia has an ass; they're all flat. If I ever convinced Vicente to buy me some boobs , I'd probably topple over.
New employees at this corporate meeting. Think I'll wear my "Psycho" t-shirt with a straight face. Should get ready...will skip-to-my-Lou on down to the bath. Would much prefer to snuggle with Vicente in bed so I'm torn. Hell, I can put on my makeup in the car. Copyright 2004 Non-Girlfriend 
