Update: Just moved to a little tiny place in Highland Beach (Boca Raton) but moving soon to Miami or Ft. Lauderdale... I can't decide which. Confusing I know. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure where I am, but I spend so much time in my office it doesn't really matter anyway.
It is so hard to take this seriously... But hey, the Paxil is kickin' in so I'm fine now. I'm a mess but its fun because I crack myself up and others around me are entertained by osmosis. Not in a weird, just sitting there and laughing at nothing way, but I try to see the humor in everything. Then again, I can also be hopelessly sophisticated and serious when the situation calls, so I guess it works itself out in the end. Sometimes people say I am too witty for my own good and I’m not very big so I usually end up getting threatened by most guys within a fairly short period of time, but I’m really fast so, again, the situation works itself out. What else... what else... Oh, I can cook like a kitchen-genius, and I know more about wine than is good for anybody... AND just so people don't think I never get my hands dirty, I can change the oil in your car and fix almost any electrical or engine problem on my boat. Geeze, I'm starting to feel better about myself already. I try to be a gentleman... I guess I'm old fashioned about some things. I really think the world lost something when men stopped being men and women stopped being ladies. So, again... those are the ABCs of me. But social constructs aside, I should probably talk about how I feel about relationships, huh? So, I fervently believe that laughter is usually the best thing for anybody, and I really try to make that happen whenever I can and if it involves midgets, hey, the more the merrier (except concerning clowns. I don't know why but clowns terrify me). As far as relationships are concerned we need to add respect to the heretofore only laughter mix. Laughter and respect... taste it. Taste it Now!