Whether or not you choose to vote for Hillary Clinton in the upcoming election and whether or not you think Bill’s affair with Monica Lewinsky (and who knows who else) even matters, it is interesting to read and hear what Hillary has to say about the affair.
As reported in People Magazine, Clinton appeared on the daytime talk show, The Tyra Banks Show, as part of her current media tour and even agreed to discuss the Lewinsky affair. She’s spoken about this a little bit on other shows as well and it’s nice to finally hear that she was ticked off about the whole thing.
“The momentary feelings — you know, you are mad, you are really upset, you are disappointed — all of that goes through your mind …” Clinton said. “I have found you really shouldn’t make decisions in the heat of those moments.”
Although her comments are refreshing, it sure would be nice to know what she said to the man. But I suppose that’s none of my business. Points to Hillary for finally talking about the one thing we’ve all wondered about for so long.
We talked about it. She wrote it. I like it.
Read about the crazy hugging going on in some relationships over at 29 and holding.
My friend Alex won a radio contest for “worst tattoo” and received free tattoo removals from Denver company, Ink-B-Gone. The tale of this tattoo is one of a crush, love, and, of course, a really bad tattoo.
You’ve probably noticed in the picture that it looks like flames are coming out of her ass. You’ve probably also noticed the Chinese symbol in the center of the tattoo that she “thinks” means courage. You’ve probably also noticed that Alex is a small woman and this enormous tattoo has taken over her back and rear end.
The only reason the tattoo is so big is because of the influence of a cute tattoo artist who also proved himself to be a good salesman. He introduced Alex to the design, and she, with twitterpation, eagerly agreed to the concept.
Now, 10 years later she’s wishing she hadn’t. Alex has spent more time in the last 10 years shopping for clothes that will cover the tat and explaining to boyfriends the logic of her 18-year-old mind than she has actually enjoying it.
So when she heard about the contest on Denver’s radio station Alice 106, she leaped at an opportunity to enter. She even cc’d her boyfriend on the e-mail she sent to the morning crew certain he’d be happy about the prospect of her flame-free ass.
But to her surprise, he wasn’t that happy. He tried to convince her that she should just be proud of it and that the removal itself would be too painful. Alex was a little deflated that he wasn’t as psyched about the idea as she was. In a way she felt like she was doing it for him.
And when Alex actually won the contest, his tune didn’t change. He urged her to just leave it alone saying he loved her no matter what her butt looked like. But despite his urges, she agreed to the tattoo removals. As painful as the sessions have proven to be, she decided she loved her body too much to leave it there.
Not that kind of cheater.
I recently signed up for a fitness boot camp and because I enjoyed it so much (I lost something like 4 inches), I dragged my boyfriend into joining a second, five week session with me. Turns out he doesn’t love all the running, push ups, lunges, and puking sensations that go along with it. I can’t say I blame him, it’s not for everyone.
Tonight was the last night of this camp and as we were driving away he let it be known that he cheated in the competition they made us do. You see, the class was split up into teams and instructed to run all over the city to find the names of particular stores, restaurants, etc. Well my team did just that, but he, instead, found a map and located the names that way.
So yeah, he’s a cheater. A winning cheater. But I love him anyway.
This morning my boyfriend asked me how much I loved him. I responded with “lots.” Because I do. I love him lots. Apparently this wasn’t enough so he asked for an analogy on how much I loved him.
Fast forward about six hours.
I’ve had two cups of coffee, three glasses of water, some orange juice and had been sitting at my computer for an unknown period of time. My legs shook uncontrollably because of my strong urge to pee. Once I tired of the shakes I got up to use the bathroom, but there was an obstacle. I couldn’t untie the string of my capri pants.
I struggled for several minutes all the while dancing around the bathroom trying to untie the knot. Afraid of an accident, I found Jason in his office.
“Can you help me untie this? I really have to pee.”
He laughed loudly. Then he reached for the camera.
I scurried back to the bathroom and locked the door. After another minute or so (felt like hours) my pants were undone and I was gleefully singing while I peed, no thanks to him.
So Jason, about that analogy. Here it is: I love you so much that I will untie your pants for you when you need to pee and I won’t even ask about the wet spot on your leg.
How’s that for romance?
