People kill me.
1. You may recall that The Ballerina is known for saying things no one else would say. The other day, we were talking about bosses and managing people and how it can be difficult and she said this:
“Yeah…you gotta own that shit…
…like a lazy eye.”
*Blink*
I think I coughed on my coffee.
2. The Italian and his girlfriend have parted ways. We were discussing this and somehow, the topic of faces came up. (You know…like, how women have 75 different looks and 73 of them mean stop what you’re doing right now.) The Italian said he has a face. I asked what it was. He said, “The please fuck me face. It’s a look that says, ‘Please fuck me. I would be oh-so-appreciative if you would.’” Then he laughed until he coughed.
3. I think I’m finally ready to date seriously. Those of you who know me know that I’ve sort of fought it tooth and nail but that’s over. And I’m pretty damn happy about that. Obviously, though, my behavior had to change. While on the phone with Besos tonight, we were laughing about how I’ve just become comfortable with the idea of dating seriously.
I said, “You broke me!”
She said, with a fair bit of indignation, “What did you say?”
I said, “I said you broke me!”
She snorted and said, “No…I fixed you.”

Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.