Flying back from Atlanta

not such a good day but i am struggling to smile.

the past few days have been somewhat exciting I guess.

i am suddenly really good friends with a playboy bunny and her good friend, i'm sure tales of visits to the mansion will come soon.

and on the way home from Atlanta - where I ran to escape - Little Richard was on the plane and I was surrounded by the LA Avengers. Made friends with the coach and was invited to any game(s) I want to see. He offered to have his boys beat up "the fella who broke my heart" (he thought i looked sad figured it was because of a man - good call).

The boys were on their way back from Atlanta - Macon - if you've been watching the news, one of their team members died - broken neck or something, last week. They just attended the funeral.

The coach was very nice, said I seemed strong and said with an attitude like mine, I'd snap back in a second - in fact it all ready seemed like I was there. Offered to set me up. Not so sure about dating a football player, but one was a model so...