Well dammit, I couldn't help myself...

Hi Stephen,

How are you today? TGIF and all that jazz. Hope you had a good week.

Patti Lupone was AWESOME!! What a voice!! That petite woman has some LUNGS on her!!  She was fun, and entertaining, with the story of her career as the whole program.  She sang songs as she went through her life story, as they happened, and it was really cool.  I didn't realize it, either, but I recognized her from somewhere before...I just couldn't remember...but she was on a t.v. show with Corky, the Down Syndrome kid, (I don't remember the show's name), as the mom.  Very cool.  She was really great!!

Anyway, I'm just sitting here shaking my head at the damned temptation that I cannot seem to avoid, when it comes to Ebay.  I came upstairs with my wallet, like an idiot, and I sat down to look through Ebay, and (sigh), I am sorry to report that the temptation was just too much.  I just could not ignore it.  I could not look away.  I could not live without it either.  I just HAD to have it.

I just ordered a damned 18x24 canvas color photo of YOU, with your arm raised high in the air, mouth wide open, microphone in your other hand...from the waist up.  Where the HELL am I gonna put it?? I mean COME ON, will you STOP making me do these things?!  "You're my favorite damned disease," as the Nickelback song goes. (I really love that song).  Then the seller of this wonderful thing says he's got a FREE photo to go with it for me, and I got THAT in an 11x14.  THEN, dammit-to-hell, there's another one that I just could NOT decide between, (they were all really good photos...shit, I don't think you've ever taken a BAD photo in your whole life, ya bum)...so I got another one (8x10) too.  SIGH.

My mom thinks I'm stupid for spending $100 bucks on this stuff.  Yeah, I think I probably am.  But dammit, it's YOUR FAULT!!! You're my sweet boopy, y'know?  I love ya.  You're my only vice. Well, except for BDSM. hehehehehehe  And chocolate.  DAMN, I'm a goner.

Anyway, stop making me drain my bank account will ya?!! You evil, evil man.  Now I gotta figure out where the HELL I'm going to put these photos of you...I NEED MORE WALL SPACE!!! AAAUUGHHHHH!!!  This 3,000 square foot house doesn't have enough WALLS!!!

You just kill me, with that damned gorgeous face, and body of yours....I cannot resist it.  I should, but I am sorry to report, that I am just too far gone. Thirty years of my LIFE have been spent lusting after your damned ass...how can anybody quit a 30 year habit?!!  It's a horrible shame, really, that I have no self-control about this stupid stuff, but it's the closest thing I'm ever gonna GET to the real you. (I mean, I've met you twice already, and they say 3's a charm, but I do not have any illusions about a third meeting).  Sure, I love to IMAGINE IT, and DREAM about it, and HOPE...but, I'm a realist.  I'm too practical minded for that pipe dream to really take hold.  It's nice to think about, but I know the odds are against it.

I should be shot in the face with a bazooka, I'm just such a bad bad girl.

Oh well.  I'm considering these my Xmas gifts to myself, and to HELL with the money.

Spoken like a true addict.

Well, on that note, I'm outta here. I hope you have a wonderful weekend. I will be out and about tomorrow evening with Pete and our friend Lisa, to celebrate her birthday.  She's 53.  I hang out with people older than me, if you haven't figured that out yet.  I cannot STAND younger people, they really have nothing to enhance my life with AT ALL, so I avoid them like the plague.  Hell, I hung out for 6 years with Holocaust Survivors in their 70's and 80's, and they are like family to me.  I love them all.  Now I've got my mom, and a 90 year old mother-in-law, plus Pete (who is 10 years older than I am).

You're on the agenda, of course, and you're 20 years older than I am, so that should work out just fine.

Get over here. Otherwise, I'll have no choice...I'll be forced to molest these damned canvas photographs.

SAVE ME FROM MYSELF!!! COME OVER AND HELP ME GET OVER THIS BIZARRE OBSESSION!! (And do not stop to think that doing so wouldn't help me one bit, let's just PRETEND it will)!!  Don't give me any silly technicalities!!  Just do it!!

The only way to get OVER your fear, is to FACE it, right?!!

GOOD LORD MAN, I FEAR YOU SO MUCH!!! You scare me to death!!

Now get the hell ON THAT PLANE and fly over here, like a good little boy.  Or I'll bite your face off.

Love, Rebecca