David E. Kelley is a better woman than I am.
Why do I feel liberated and at the same time depressed. Maybe it's this exfoliating mask. The things I do in the name of impression. If I have to climb out of this body and into a better one, shouldn't I feel impowered at my ability to shed one persona and quickly adapt another? I guess not.
I guess that's why I have so many gay friends. How awesome would it be to never wear make-up, girdles, wax, or a bra and at the same time still be attracted to Mr. Al Simer. Maybe David E. Kelley is up on me on this one. Where's my remote? I need CNN all of the suden.