she got the beat and here's a little bit comin' your way

so.

i went up to watch tennis at my mom's last night - better tv, more options - and look at what happens.

roddick killed.

nadal withdraws.

nadal better start working on something other than that left fist pump because his body is falling apart. first he gives up the number one seed due to issues - and now he's out of the aussieopen.

the final is obviously gonna suck - but one can hope for a federer/djokovic semi.

saturday i went to the malls and shopped a bit.

my favorite purchase was the little solid sexy little things noir perfume i got - but i did not know that i would be wearing it so soon.

after a real day of rest on sunday - tennis, football and mailer - i woke up yesterday to a text from bm and he was kinda/sorta/really wanting to see me.

after talking to a few people about it i went and hung out - and as mentioned earlier - i have my period so there were limits to last nights rendezvous.

plus he didn't have that much money to warrant a real "date."

i'm half serious.

besides being the only thirty-fucking-five year old i know with a hickey - the day looks promising.