This story is truly almost painful to read. But I love the way
Nora tells it in this truly gossipy and yet at the same time kind of
touching way:
The Picasso
My condolences to Steve Wynn
About Me
- Sydney
- WARNING - My blog frequently contains cursing and sexual content. I write compulsively. If that doesn't bother you, please read on. I love diamonds & flowers, computers and tech gadgets. Oh yes, and Lewis Black. Really. I would marry Lewis Black. I have an 18 year old son. He's brilliant. And funny. I myself am a single mother and a workaholic, so no telling where he picked up either of those two attributes. I sell dead chickens for a living even though my educational background is in psychology and I had initially wanted to be a forensic psychologist. So I guess, you could call me what one of my friends does, a chicken pimp. I may be sexy, (note that I said I may be, not that I am) but a lot of times, I think like a guy. The bitch of it is: I get my feelings hurt like a girl. Yes, I know. I'm not normal. Let's move on for God's sake.
1 comment:
Very nice story. One of those it's funny but not so funny type stories.
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