I have to lose weight, my fingers are starting to
look fat. 

 I’ve been toying with an idea for a self-help book.
I’ll call it “Don’t be a Dumb-ass Ho.”  I know some
women who could greatly benefit from a book like that.

I’m watching the Olympics in Torino.  A guy named
Johnny Weir is skating his short program dressed like
a swan.  Not the Bjork kind of outfit, but a black and
white number with strategic cut-outs going down the
leg.  He is absolutely mesmerizing.  Not his routine,
that was simply amazing, but his attitude.  Nothing
gets to this guy.  He told everyone in the public and
the media to kiss his ass, looking like an off-duty
drag queen while he did it.
He is very pretty.  This kid has lashes that can
create wind, and a sharp nose and lion’s main of dark
brown hair.  Plus he’s tall.  I’ve always had a thing
for tall guys.  After his routine he gave an
interview, the woman reporter had to reach up to put
the mike by his mouth. 
He was humble in his attitude.  Now there’s a class
act.  We don’t see enough of men like Johnny.  Too
bad, I don’t think he likes girls. 
I was trying to tell my husband that there are two
types of ice skaters, the technical and the beautiful.
Technical skaters are very impressive because they
usually do a lot of tricks.  They are usually fast and
somewhat dangerous.  These routines are like a quick
visit from the circus.  Beautiful skaters have a grace
about them.  They float across the ice and gracefully
jump into the air, with little effort showing through
their constant smiles.  Beautiful skaters look at each
other or the audience while they skate.  It’s more of
a dance with beautiful skaters.
I like both, but I prefer the beautiful skaters win.
It takes a lot to be a technical skater; I’m not
saying it’s easy.  But performing those tasks and
making it look easy is superior. 
He really didn’t care.
How many of you know the pain of running out of money
before you’re paid again?  It sucks.  My husband and I
are making good money, we shouldn’t be scraping the
bottom every two weeks.  I guess I’ll have to start
stripping again.  We’re supposed to get a dog at the
end of this month, but how can we?  We’ll have to get
it licensed, take it to the vet, and buy it some toys
and food dish, all after we pay to get the dog in the
first place.  Then it will have to eat.  Oy.
 Tomorrow is payday.  If I can stop my husband and
myself from buying anything unnecessary for the next
month we’ll be back in steak and potatoes.  We were
supposed to go to Savannah for a visit, but I don’t
think that’s going to happen.  I’m so glad we almost
have one of our credit cards paid off.  With the rate
hike coming that’s one less thing to worry about.