Hagar....I hope you and "the wizard" are still alive.

Last night I went out with the boys. I was a little drunk and an extremely hot stripper entered her number in my cell. I called her today. This is crazy!

If I mention in conversation that I hate kids, and you ask me if I like yours, I am 100% okay with the look on your face when I say no. You knew. You asked.

My dream man is Australian or English, street smart but professional, with the style, charm, and body to make me swoon. But I'm fat, bitchy, shallow, and alone.

They are the one who's cheating so why do I feel the guilt?