And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back…

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In the last month –
Mauro came down for a visit and rocked my world, a pool party of epic proportions was had:

I went to a bachelorette party, which included a Roller Derby match, a Dueling Piano Bar, and fabulous gay men:

I went to a rehearsal dinner, dressed as Donna Reed on crack:

 I’ve been a bridesmaid:

L-R: Bridal Party – Micki, Elly, Angie, Jane. Bride: Liza.

Jenn and I at the Reception

I had
my hours at work cut by half, have been seeing someone for a few weeks
casually (it seems to be going well.) and I have 10 articles up on PixelPerfectMag.com.

Re: My brother – “He’s like, the
worst person, he’s like 3/4 of a Hitler, he’s not a whole Hitler, but at
least 3/4.”  I nearly peed myself when that was said. Perfection. My
sister is a wordsmith.

My younger sister graduated high school and  went to her prom.
I went to Care N’ Share with Cat last weekend, and to my surprise, found some clothes for work (and play!)

Drama Llamas are roaming the homestead. I missed my grandfather terribly, as well as my late Uncle Alex.

I am trying to forget the past and look towards the future. I’m trying to be the person that my friends believe I am. That’s a lot harder than you’d think.

 



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