matamoras

I have been tapped for love advice.
Somewhere, somehow, someway, someone got the idea I was the person to ask.
I talk to my ex about once a week.
Somewhere, somehow, someway, someone got the idea that he and I are best friends.
My friend at school is in love with her ex (or so she thinks) she is married and her and her husband have decided to call it quits for other reasons. She has decided that I am full of knowledge and advice. So I gave her a big heaping spoonful of what I thought and she thought it was brilliant. I told her it wasn't what I'd do, but it was what I would do if I were someone like her. I respect her and i think she follows her heart. This is not to be confused with following her head, which she does not. Imagine being one of those people who follows their heart. Imagine.
My ex would call me on that for sure.

M-E and I went shopping today and spent too much money at Urban Outfitters. I bought pants that make me dance around like Shakira. And I bought two t-shirts.

Our "better halves" are going to rock out together. That's some intersting news. My boy, the young cocky lead singer? Hmm. He's lost so much weight, he certainly looks the part.

A man stopped me on the street today and said I was "radishing".

I don't like talking about my tattoos to strangers. That's a problem in the summer. I don't like strangers much at all. Especially the touchy-feely ones.