I actually posted the update below in my notes in order to save it because WHENEVER I try to update I can't.

And I hate dial up.

I'm just working A LOT. And missing my dland time and planning to move out, soonish, and wishing I could go have a smoke. But can't.

Are we still on for Vegas?

Here's the update from my notes:
Where the hell have I been?

There is drama to start…ex-hub crashed himself into a PARKED car at 4 P.M. in the AFTERNOON because he “fell asleep at the wheel.” At 4. In the afternoon. Damaging himself and totally his car (i.e. his baby.)

Rumors are swirling and various sources are, um, discussing a possible drug involvement (sources including his MOM in which she says, “I don’t think it’s Erinn’s fault they broke up,” ahem, she knows it’s something else and a road he’s been down before) and that being a possible and plausible explanation for the impossibly fast and emotionless (on his part) way that things went down. (Oh, and I know all this cause, well, I just do. Tooooo complicated to ‘splain.)

I have my moments. Some bad. Some good.

And I love both Kari and Carrie, because you guys are just too sweet for words. (I mean, really, should I win the lotto I’m buying you both custom Chanel wardrobes.)

Work is crazy. Home life nuts. That said. Love job. Love home life and am not taking for granted living in a beautiful home with a nice backyard, sweet little pets, and a WASHER and DRYER.

It’s the little things that thrill.

I hosted a party last Sunday for work people. And he thought I was anti-social…whatever. I still think more about him than I should. But I can’t even begin to explain how desperately I want to MEET someone. LIKE YESTERDAY. Someone tall, tattooed, broad shouldered, rough, and (while I’m wishing for the impossible) very wealthy.

Never said I wasn’t materialistic. So that’s me. Off to read ‘bout you. (Sorry, I’m very into CAPS – possibly because this keyboard bites dirty stanky monkey ass.)