I don't know how people manage to blog each day. It just seems to take me away from more important things.

Such as Monk reruns and Vanilla Swiss Almond Haagan Daz.

I do, however, have a goal.....

I am on a mission to be immortalized in the Genus Book of World Records for widest ass.

So far so good.

Seriously, I wish I could get some direction. Currently I have five short stories, three novels and nine outlines in the works. If I wrote to put food on the table, I would have no chance at that damn record.

There just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day. By the time I get the kid up and to school, work ten hours, fling some food in the fams direction, the most creative thing I can produce is a steam sketch on the shower door.

Which reminds me...I need to leave a note for the cleaning lady not to Windex away my one and only artistic moment this week.

I really need to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Lucky for me, I have plenty of time.

I am attending a wedding this weekend of a couple that have no business hanging out together let alone committing to one another for life. The groom is close personal friend that I have know for 15 years. I really would like to smack the shit out of him but I suppose people need to make their own mistakes.

Even if that mistake involves a manipulative bitch that is only marrying him for his money.

He has managed to put her off and avoid the marriage for a while now. The irresponsible jerk impregnated her three years ago. Apparently the pill she was taking religiously failed.

cough cough

Of course I blame him just as much. When you have a couple of mil in the bank you bag that sucker when sticking it in someone you're barely dating. Inserting his dick into her was like him inserting a dollar into a slot and she hitting the jackpot.

Ding Ding Ding. You have won five thousand dollars in month in child support for the next 18 years.

Maybe he just figures marrying her will be cheaper.

cough cough

She already commandeered his Maserati that he bought for himself this past year. I guess the baby is safer in that than the Lexus SUV he bought her two years ago. Gotta think about the little one....

So I'll get all buttoned up and beautiful. Give the little slut a hug and a congratulations through clenched teeth and enjoy the seventy five thousand dollar reception that she just had to have.

I mean in her case, you only get married three times. Why elope to Vegas when you can be as ostentatious as possible?

If nothing else, I am certain I have weeks of entertaining gossip ahead of me.