Throw Your Hands In The Air

Most of you spend between three and a half and six minutes a day here. This week, take that time to show your thanks for the people, places, and things that make you glad to be alive.

I'm thankful for my mom and dad's unwavering belief that I will always make the right decisions, for Lil Sis' knuckle-cracking sardonism, for Mark's unfalteringly kind heart, for puppies and ponies of all sorts, for good porn and better books, for Four Green Fields, Hyde Park Cafe, and vodka and house music anywhere it may be found, for copious amounts of off-shelf substances, for sweeping good looks, for rhythm in my heart, soul, and hips, for my sailboat, for my Play Machine, for my super-duper smarts, for beautiful clothes, for sex toys and kitten mashes, for the startling ability to write the lights out, and, last but not least, for blogging.


Just not this week! Happy Thanksgiving!