I'm on Spring Break. So here's what's up:

Stephanie Plum Miss Pettigrew Lives For a Day Yet more Eddie Izzard Laundry Robert Hass, Praise Tattoos (just thinking about some new ones, is all) "I Will Possess Your Heart" Bach, Violinkonzerte Merlot Polishing my resume (just thinking about things, is all) Tropic Thunder Lowering my sugar intake without completely cutting out treats Carbombs, St. Patrick's Day, and Nine Fine Irishmen

As for a little more dish about that fella, you know that one guy? He's five years younger than me. *GASP* Now, I know that in a past entry I professed a special tingle for older man-younger woman type dalliances, however. I have also stated quite frequently and honestly that I have no type. There all kinds of tingles in this life, my friends. So. Call me Maggie May, call me Mrs. Robinson, call me whatever you will - I have a great big smile on my face.

Also, a fun fact about some advice I got from my latest male doctor (I tend to avoid the male versions of doctors because they've treated me despicably in the recent past): he told me I'm not having enough sex. I think that is the BEST NEWS EVER. I was tempted to have him write me a prescription, and I'll just fill it at my own discretion with the pharmacist of my choosing.