No. 2

Little known fact: I once fucked Kevin Costner.  I admit, I was in between marriages and in a bit of a slump at the time.  I think I only told one person, my Estonian maid.  When all was said and done, he didn’t even offer me a Crystal Pepsi.  I won’t get into details, but he had a lot of dandruff.  Like a lot.

Why am I even thinking about this?  I guess I just needed to get it off my chest.  There’s a lot of stigma around having slept with a washed up celebrity, even if they weren’t washed up at the time.  (This was long before Drowned Water or whatever it was called.)  More dirty laundry that will never get clean, I suppose.

Too many thoughts.  I need a new hobby.  I already retook up smoking so….I’m stumped.  More babies or something.  If only you could just order them online, and pick them up at the post office.  I have so many good baby names saved up, like Princely, and Gorgina, and Seashell, and Madison, but, all in all, I just don’t know if I’m ready for more diapers.  But then again, it’s only a few years, and the nanny can do it, right?  So many decisions.  Where's the butler when you need him?

On a related note, may I never fuck a man with the name Chadwick again.  No more Chads please.