Eight Eight Oh Eight

It's only a matter of time now until I become the Olympic Harlot that I transform into every two years.

I willingly allow myself to dive into all the drama, gossip and NBC's ridiculously stacked stories of heroism and odd over-comings. I want it all, give it all to me. I can stand it, I am strong that way.

(Carly Simon lyrics there at the end.)

Pray for me my people of the blog.


P.S As Chup's luckiest number is 8, please take some time to wish him the luckiest day of his whole life. Of course, I think the luckiest day of his whole life was the day he met me. But there I go again, making it all about me . . .