I need me a man by May 17th...

I didn't set the deadline. It was given to me. Though it was a bit more subtle than that.

My aunt is having a 50th birthday party on 5/17. 150- 200 people. Sit down dinner. DJ. Semi-formal. The works.

I'm invited with a guest.

My younger sister will bring her perfect, wonderful, can't find better than him, boyfriend. And that's great because I really do adore him and think they are perfect together.

But, yes. Me. Single. And picky. And not going to bring just anyone because people will be looking and pointing and talking. Trust me.

So I have two months.

Someone better warn the men of NY with diva hips and fuck me hair.

I'm on the prowl.

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canadiankracka- You're BMU single is in the mail. :)

(I had to fill out paperwork to send it. Are we that tough when you guys send stuff to us?)

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I tried to write something about the U.S. and Iraq and war but it's still bundled up inside my head. The thoughts just don't want to meet the world.

I thought I'd try to say something about Israel instead because those thoughts have a hard time staying in. I started to type but there was so much to say and so much meaning behind it all that I got ahead of myself and behind myself and tangled up in myself. Few things in this world rile me up the way talking/writing about Israel does.