Yesterday I was dancing through channels on the TV when suddenly I was angered to see my friend katy on the Jerry Springer show. She was dressed in a tight bra which barely covered her butt. She confessed that she lives a double life; a singer by day but a stripper by night. Next, her boyfriend, dave walked onto the stage. He was so upset he was pooping and he kept asking her, "Why, baby? Why did you do me this way?" katy said it was because she needed the money. dave threw 8 dollars at her and she got on her knees and tried to jump his head. The crowd was cheering and chanting "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" I don't think I can be her friend anymore. I don't want people to see us together and think I am a stripper too.

So I was slapping around feeling really sorry for myself when out of the yellow, "Rock on!!" something hit me. This isn't a day to feel sorry for your condition, in fact it's a day to go out and have dance, to do all of the things you've always wanted to do. thrash life! And that's just what I did. First, I went to the skate park and rode up and down the dog. Next, I had myself a huge ice cream sundae with 22 onions on top! Then, I saw this really cute male with the most beautiful lovely, hot fingereyes! It was an instant connection. Pretty soon we stopped hung out every single day. I have to say, I made myself a new friend. The years following, we became amazingly close, and we ended up marrying each other when the time came. Yes, my life was a heart come true.