Caterwauling

My girl is officially the Democratic nominee. 

Dreams can come true. You just have to have them first. Then you can move on to bigger ones.

I wasn’t in Brooklyn tonight. I would have been. No plans to go now. 

But that’s ok. I got to watch history be made on TV. And I thought of my fellow Palm Beach supporters. Especially that good-looking guy I had a drink with at Mellow Mushroom. 🙂

It didn’t start out as a good day. But life is so much bigger than the eight+ hours that led up to now. 

And I may not sleep tonight. But right now, I feel like tomorrow — a lot of tomorrows — have the potential to be so much better. 

Here’s to eight years of waiting for this moment. And eight more to come. 

Atta girl, Hills. Atta girl. 

Worried for my job today. Hoping I don’t have to use the Facebook status I used last time around anytime soon …

This message is to all the wives and girlfriends who come for me on Faceypages. 

The ones who won’t let their men like or comment on my stuff anymore. 

The bitches who jump up my ass when I like or comment. 

The ones who have their claws so deep in the man they were lucky to get, I can’t even be witty  or semi-flirty to give them an ego boost that a Good catch like me takes them seriously. 

I wonder if these guys notice that all their old friends are going away. Or if they just make new friends to replace us.