This couldn't have come at a different time because it's now. Call it a digression from the Princess Diana's twin sister . .

Wait? she had a twin sister
ME: Yeah, her name was Pesdi.
Wait? she had a twin sister named Pesdi Spencer?
ME: Yeah, she was cute but had a toaster thing in her neck that spit out candy toast.

How can you stand when your meaning-for-life main squeeze is closer to someone else? Not the how-can-you-mend-a-broken heart jizzwah but the one you awaken to and mess around with during the day. It's a cruel diet that you stay with until hitting your goal, I reason. Selfishly stealing every second of solitude devoid of trips down memory lane and here's what I'm doing soon 7 times, I recognize the euphoria from it. It enchants like dream when you're feeling blue used to do and then you just want to taste a version of what it still is.

The 4 week countdown is now 3 weeks + and counting. Beau Bridges played a guy in his 70s getting electro-shock therapy to de-homo himself. I just want something different than over a month of vanilla.