Bugger

In the wee hours of the morn, I sat in front of the Colosseo trying to get some pictures of the eclipse as it peeked out from the clouds. No go. Am cranky.

SIAMO NOI I CAMPIONI DI ITALIA

Juventus has secured the scudetto, the Serie A championship.

And tonight beat out the fearsome Real Madrid 3-1 for an aggregate win of 4-2 to advance to the finals of the Champions League.

WOOT!

AC Milan against Juventus in the finals on the 28th. I am a happy little footie slut.

Siamo noi/ siamo noi/ i campioni di Italia siamo noi

Decisions Decisions Decisions

Spring is um, springing and layers of clothes are peeling off. Cue surging hormones.

My best girl friend and I were trying to figure out exactly how long we've been in bianca (ie secondary virgins) the other day. She was around the 6 month mark. I outdid her by an additional 4 months.

10 months of no nookie. No wonder why my right forearm muscles are more developed than the left. Christ. I wonder how many batteries I've gone through since then. Enough to power a small city?

Meh. What's a picky monogamous nymphomaniac to do? Lower my standards? It's not as if I have this huge conscious list of "Requirements to Date Me", like "Must be earning 6 figures and drive a bitchin' car" or "Mensa IQ required" or "Those hung like cocktail weiners need not apply"