OK, so what's funny is that my last post was merely six days ago, and in a matter of six days I have gone through the following (in order):
blissful puppy love,
rockin' physical attraction,
nagging boredom
and finally, heartache.
Note: NOT heartbreak, just heartache. I think. Can one's heart be broken in just a week and a half? That doesn't count, right?
Well, at least I can move on with resolution #4. (Seduce as many people as possible.)

As if by magic, it seems my life always takes a nosedive right before I'm about to leave on vacation. I should have known disaster would strike! It's time to run screaming out of Connecticut again. Ah, but forget drowning my sorrows in the Danube or dancing my problems away in the Domincan Republic. In one week I'll be crusing the Sin City strip in a 1974 Cadilliac El Dorado convertible with the coolest Kitty ever.
Prepare for mayhem.