Hortense

I am so glad my name is not Hortense.

True story: "What should I tip him?" "A cookie." *writing* "Here's... a... cookie..."

So some girl at Desert Sun hornswaggled me out of another $200 today. I'm such a sucker. Seriously... I have enough UVA and UVB rays on tap to give skin cancer to a small nation. Perhaps Iceland. It's a small country, compared to some. And they prob don't get a lot of warm sunshine, so it'd be easy. And yes... I seriously just said hornswaggled.

My Gwen is home from Denver. Talk about the longest 5 days of my life. Actually... those weren't the longest... I'm pretty sure it was the time I tried to quit coffee. I know... what was I thinking.

I'm very distracted, sorry that the literary genius has been reduced to mere mediocrity today. It's the fault of people who smell so good. And won't let me sleep in the grass. I deserved it.

As Gwen says "You're a freakin' freaker." I am. But I'm so damned lovable.

And you better watch it peeps, or I'll crack your ribs. *sigh*

This is Rach, over and out.