Monday Evening

Just got home from dinner with TK, having had three martinis called "Karma Sutras". Yummy. We were doing Indian. What a weird dinner.

Tk and I were talking about work and at some point he said I looked good in my corporate blue. I was wearing my lucky blue suit.

I felt dirty, in a way. Men.

Turns out TK used to play hockey. He's an ex-musician, a big tall Dork. Yet I like him. But I don't LIKE him. Do I need to be worried?

Have turned on the movie "Closer."

"I've been hit before." "You're leaving me because you think you don't deserve happiness." Do you know, I've had an ex boyfriend say to me as we were breaking up, that he will find someone that wants to be happy.

Shit!

"He tastes like you only sweeter." Man oh man ohmanohman. Those of you with happy lives, cherish them. Those of us that have been through the shit, well...what ya gonna do?

MY GOD. This movie rocks, in a strange, sad, twisted way. "I fucked her to fuck you up."

I didn't like this movie when I first saw it.

"You don't know the first thing about love, because you don't understand compromise."

Well, Damn.

I'm eating dessert at home, watching this awfully depressing movie and smoking cigarettes. Dark P without the Dark.

Clive Owen is in this movie. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

Jude Law. Used to think he was beautiful. Upon repeated viewings of this film, he's just a wussy boy. Give me a caveman like Clive. Well, maybe nicer.

I've known men like Jude and Clive. Oh the stories I could tell, if I ever publish my book.