sad bunny

sad bunny

sad bunny

sad bunny

sad bunny

ever have one of those days when every call you get is some more lousy news or everything you say sounds unintentionally mean and hurtful.

yea, its a black fly in my chardonnay, its a death row pardon two minutes too late...

in the meantime my roomie's sex life has much improved as has been made aware to me by the hairs that stand on the back of my neck listening to her getting violin lessons. i guess that was the fix - its apparently easier to teach someone to play violin than to find a woman's G-spot.