Gayface

I'm really sorry but I am just taking so much pleasure in this guy's misfortune. It's not the sexual acts he performed, nor the crystal meth he snorted, but the outright intolerance of homosexual behavior leading up to these revelations (HA!...Pun intended...hee hee,) that make this guy so unbelievably repulsive. He brings the word self-loathing to a whole new level. As in OFF THE CHARTS!

To be honest, I'm really not a fan of "outing" people. I wouldn't want someone running around announcing to the media what I like to do in bed. (Eat, watch QVC, drink all my husband's water, sleep-talk, tickle my own arm to sleep... you know, the usual.) HOWEVER, in this case, when someone is so vocal and INFLUENTIAL with their hatred of a certain group, and come to find out he's one of them, well, sorry. Karma's a bitch ain't it?

Moving on. I'm starting to feel better after my little birthday stint in the hospital. Last weekend I caught up on some chores and laundry and had a belated birthday dinner with my Bubbie. This week my friend and I are finalizing the Thanksgiving menu and guest list and I think I'll do a trial run of the soup I plan to make. Also, this Friday is one of my best friend's birthdays and she's turning my lucky number- which I won't disclose because she might punch me in the nose for telling her real age.

Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE. You know how much I love you and hope this year brings everything you wish for. This is for you!